"Hurts?" Tang Si's tone was calm: "Open your mouth, let me see."
Song Yi obediently complied.
"Hmm."
After he looked, he just made a light "hmm" sound, sounding quite serious.
"What do you mean 'hmm'?" Song Yi was confused.
Tang Si licked his lips, trying to keep his composure.
Can't think about it, can't think about it, thinking about it is a disaster.
He pondered over three words, slowly uttering them, and his tone was also light: "Too tender."
Song Yi was directly bewildered, looking at him.
He said, "I told you not to drink sour stuff, but you still had to have it with ice. Now you know it hurts, right?"
Song Yi was stunned, took two seconds to react.
Suddenly she lifted her foot and kicked his calf: "You're yelling 'catch the thief' while being the thief!"
Tang Si seriously apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm guilty."
"I..."
"Ring, ring, ring—"
Song Yi wanted to say more, but her phone rang.
She glared at him, that gaze seemed to say, 'Just you wait.'
