Shangguan Ning's heart ached. How come Zhao Anan, an outgoing and sunny girl, had got such a disease? God was really unfair. It didn't matter if she couldn't drink the wine. Nothing else would also matter, as long as she could be fine and live healthily.
"Alright then! I don't think of it as a precious thing anymore. This thing makes people get severe diarrhea. Scumbag Mu, why are you still fine?"
"Zhao Anan, can't you just say something good about me? I am the Head of a Hospital and I am physically strong. How can I suffer from diarrhea like these two? You badgered me last night and didn't want to let go of me. You kissed and bit me all the time, and now you make yourself sound so ruthless? Won't you feel lonely if I visit the toilet too often today? Also, how would I be able to keep up with you in bed tonight?"
