Lu Jing really hadn't expected Jiang Ye to eat his leftovers with such a nonchalant air that screamed "I don't care who sees," right in front of so many comrades-in-arms.
It was Lu Jing himself who felt a little embarrassed.
Under the occasional teasing glances from everyone, Lu Jing reached out and tugged on the hem of Jiang Ye's clothing:
"That's what I've eaten, don't eat it anymore," he said in a low voice.
Who knew that the other person would reply:
"I've eaten plenty of your spit already."
Sss!
Fortunately, their voices had been kept to a level where only they could hear each other.
Lu Jing's face was already burning:
"You...."
Rascal!
He glared fiercely several times.
But to no avail, the man simply didn't care and was all smiles.
Lu Jing couldn't do anything about it, feeling really frustrated.
Just then, the fire alarm went off suddenly.
