Sheng Qingxue heard Gong Beitang's words, and a thin mist gathered in her eyes.
"Speak!" Gong Beitang said.
"I already know you rinsed your mouth because you accidentally drank from the same water I did. You don't need to specially remind me!"
"... Then, what's the meaning of giving me the medicine?"
"What else could it mean! Just consider me delusional!" Sheng Qingxue said, "If you don't want it, give it back to me! It's ridiculous, I thought you had a sore throat."
It turns out he simply disliked her, yet she kept wishing he didn't...
As Sheng Qingxue spoke, she reached to snatch the medicine from his hands, but his eyes flashed with delight, and then he said, "Why would I give it back? I do have a sore throat!"
"Eh?" Sheng Qingxue looked at Gong Beitang in surprise.
Wasn't he angry just a moment ago...
She began to not understand him.
"I need to take the medicine!" Gong Beitang said, purposely coughing a couple of times, "My throat really hurts, help me get some water!?"
