"Fine, fine, all the more for me!" Bao Li gave Li Meirong the evil eye as she emptied the contents of Li Meirong's cup into her own. Yet Bao Li didn't stop there.
After her third consecutive drink, Li Meirong grabbed the wine bottle and hid it in her dimension.
"No more wine for you, either," Li Meirong said sternly. "You've picked up a bad habit."
Bao Li's large, childlike eyes glimmered with unshed tears. Her pitiful expression was capable of melting the coldest of hearts.
"Li Meirong, do you even have a heart?" Bao Li asked, pointing a shaking, accusing finger across the table when Li Meirong remained unaffected. "Are you truly my friend?"
Unaffected by Bao Li's dramatic performance, Li Meirong slowly took a sip of her tea.
"Drinking too much is bad for you," she countered calmly. "I will be a bad friend if I don't take care of you."
