"Drink more saline water?" Zhang Fan looked at his dad skeptically and then twisted the saline bag, taking a deep gulp.
It has to be said, after strenuous exercise, drinking a mouthful of saline water felt like getting an adrenaline shot.
Having expended too much salt and water, saline was undoubtedly the best supplement. Moreover, this water carrier was an insulated bag, warm and cozy; taking a sip was extremely comforting.
Several parched young men nearby stood up, staggered over to Zhang Fan, and said, "Bro, give me a sip!"
Zhang Fan glanced at the young men and then said, "Tilt your head back, open your mouth."
Confused, one of the young men asked, "Why?"
Zhang Fan responded irritably, "I really don't want to indirectly kiss you guys."
A row of black lines formed on the foreheads of the men. Damn, was that really necessary, indirect kissing? Bloody hell, they're making it sound like we're a bunch of queers.
