"After talking so much, suddenly I feel really thirsty, my mouth's dry, I don't even want to speak anymore."
Just as he was about to get to the point, Ye Xuan stretched languidly, yawned, and then gave Luo Lin a look, lazily saying,
"Kid, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Seeing this, Luo Lin felt an urge to punch Ye Xuan right then and there. This damn kid was clearly doing it on purpose, stopping short of speaking.
"How could it be on purpose? I'm really thirsty all of a sudden. If someone handed me a cup of tea to moisten my throat, maybe I would continue."
Ye Xuan looked at Luo Lin with a sort of smirk.
"I'll go pour you some tea."
Suppressing her urge to smack Ye Xuan, Luo Lin chose to accommodate him for now. She'd see what he'd say; if he couldn't let out even a fart later, then she wouldn't hold back her harsh hand.
Luo Lin was very efficient, and the tea was soon brought over.
