All the props have been purchased.
Gong Xiaoqiao returned to the dorm and picked out two tomatoes, cut them into pieces with a knife, and then put all of them into a large glass bowl. She then started to mash them with a rolling pin...
Stabbing and poking...
Mashing and pounding...
Before long, the tomatoes were smashed into a mush, a bowl of bright red juice...
Jinmulin sat on the couch watching TV while munching on a tomato, horrified by the scene...
The lass made it seem like she was dismembering a body, which was frankly a bit too frightening!
Jinmulin silently put down the half-eaten tomato he was holding to his mouth, cough, he really couldn't stomach it any longer.
Tsk tsk, too brutal, too brutal, poor tomatoes, I mourn for you...
Just as Jinmulin was about to pay his respects, he heard a thud coming from the kitchen—
Gong Xiaoqiao had fainted.
Jinmulin hastily laid Gong Xiaoqiao on the sofa, and then looked at her with concern.
