"Sheng Qianxia, you really are a master at killing the mood!"
"You think you are any better?" she muttered softly.
"What did you say?" Gong Beiyao said coldly, furrowing his brow.
"I said my stomach feels better now; you don't have to bother," she said, trying to pull his hand away.
Gong Beiyao felt his obsession was somewhat foolish. They had such little time together; why did he have to make the atmosphere so tense?
She was right. What was the need for love, as long as she was by his side?
Gong Beiyao picked up the lukewarm water beside him and took a sip before, disregarding her objection, he kissed her.
Sheng Qianxia widened her eyes in shock. By the time she reacted, he had already pressed the warm water into her mouth.
"What are you doing? That's disgusting..." Sheng Qianxia choked forcefully.
"Dare to call me disgusting?"
"You're making me drink your saliva, isn't that disgusting?" she said, her face turning red.
"Say that again and see what happens?"
