Damn it, come at me then.
Right here, kill me, and if I make a sound, my desk-mate should drop dead on the spot.
Just when Zhou Yu had resigned himself to a noble death, He Sijiao slowly lifted her head and, staring into his eyes, commanded in a quiet yet formidable voice, "If you accept my water, you can't accept anyone else's."
"…Yep." Zhou Yu mechanically nodded.
"If you accept someone else's, you die."
After saying this through gritted teeth, He Sijiao ran off.
Leaving Zhou Yu standing there, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
A feeling he had never experienced before.
He didn't know how to describe it.
Those times he heard He Sijiao's harsh words, he knew they were all jokes; He Sijiao was a good person, quite righteous, and not one to be senselessly violent. But at this moment, holding the bottle of water, he really felt something particularly 'harsh'.
It was like a bullet coming head-on, hitting him right between the eyes.
