Meeting her gaze filled with surprise, Wen Muqing smiled slightly, "Sister, are you minding sharing a drinking cup with me?"
"Of course... not." She said. It was just sharing a cup for drinking water, after all; don't overthink it. When they were young, didn't they often share a cup to drink water? Ren Chuqing told herself this in her heart.
Wen Muqing took another sip, "By the way, the story of the lion and the ant that Sister was telling me earlier is really interesting. I didn't know Sister had such a talent for storytelling. How about telling me some more stories in the future?"
"..." Ren Chuqing felt a wave of embarrassment, "That story... uh, I just saw it on the internet unintentionally."
"Then does Sister think the lion pitiable?" he asked. "The king of beasts, clearly able to crush the ant with just a finger, yet it was tortured to a painful death by such a small and weak creature."
