"You absolutely have to finish it all, okay? No wasting." Su Yinhe continued to smile.
Lin Murong looked at Su Yinhe and then at the taro ball bubble milk tea in his hand, caught in a dilemma.
"But..." It's a bit too cloying.
He seemed... like he... couldn't finish it.
Would he get beaten to death?
Lin Murong silently picked up a helmet from the side and put it on.
Su Yinhe: "???"
Su Yinhe was flabbergasted.
No, where did this helmet come from?
"That helmet..."
"Looks good, right? It can take a beating." Lin Murong knocked on the helmet he was wearing.
Su Yinhe: "..."
Su Yinhe didn't want to pursue this tangent, what she cared about was...
"Hurry up and drink it. Finish it in front of me, okay?"
"No, no, no, I can't do it. Galaxy, please let me off." Lin Murong clutched his head, pitifully.
"You made it yourself, so you must finish it." Su Yinhe pulled out a toy cleaver.
