"Ye Qingge…"
Another half-hour had passed.
"F*ck, the faucet is going to leak soon!"
At this point, Li Nancheng was holding it in so much that he looked really sick and was wiggling uncomfortably.
He was currently under an intravenous drip, so he consistently had to go to the washroom.
"So, Fifth Young Master, are you going to throw things around anymore?"
Ye Qingge had been tolerating him for a few days. She was determined to smoothen out his haughty, spoiled prince attitude.
"Ye Qingge, do you want to die?"
At this point, he was not sure what she was planning, so he, Li Nancheng, was oblivious.
When she said "I dare you", she was using his full bladder as a threat.
"I wonder if the entertainment news reporters are hungry. It's been days since we've had any news on you, Fifth Young Master!
"I wonder how much money I'd get if I gave them a tip that you're wetting the bed?"
