It was even the imaginary experience Lin Li pinned on me twenty minutes ago at the library entrance.
At that moment, Bai Bufan felt that what was emanating from his cup wasn't cold air, but the scent of a conspiracy.
"Lin Li, you're an animal—"
Constantly being doubted, Lin Li was also angry and frustrated: "Bufan, how could you think that of a brother? Really, just like white sugar! Trust me and drink up, would I really harm you?!"
"Bring out the white sugar." Bai Bufan sneered, not buying into it at all.
"What a shame, brother, a shame, I just ran out of it, see how messy this got."
Lin Li's anger dissipated instantly as he pulled out an already empty paper packet.
"Heh," upon seeing this, Bai Bufan pushed his own cup of iced strawberry lemonade towards Lin Li without hesitation: "You're right, a brother wouldn't harm a brother. Here, how about taking the first sip for me."
