"No, I don't want a straw. It's so dirty…" Mr. Qiao refused immediately.
"Damn it. You're already half dead. Do you want to die from thirst?" Lu Yan glared at Qiao Fei with bewilderment.
Qiao Fei looked Lu Yan in the eyes for three seconds before calmly saying, "Feed me."
"Umm… What did you just say?"
"I want you to feed me… with your mouth," Qiao Fei said without changing his facial expression.
"Are you crazy? I am not going to do that, Qiao Fei…"
"I don't care. If you don't feed me, I'm not drinking the water."
"I don't care if you drink the water or not. If you die from thirst, that's your problem…" Lu Yan was also hot-tempered.
When Qiao Fei heard what Lu Yan said, he also became angry.
He turned around and didn't say anything.
Lu Yan looked down, giving Qiao Fei the silent treatment.
Half an hour slowly passed by.
Lu Yan glanced at Qiao Fei. She saw that his lips were cracked and felt bad for him.
