Xia Na let out a long sigh and glared at Chen Che angrily, "Don't you understand words? I told you to put something in the bowl!"
Chen Che suddenly realized, "Oh, is this also a rule? Once you use this bowl, you have to beg something from others?"
"Isn't it obvious to you?"
"You didn't say it directly. Who can guess such a thing?" Chen Che retorted.
The two stared at each other angrily. Xia Na felt this guy deserved to be torn limb from limb. The slight affection she had for him vanished instantly, and she ground her teeth in fury.
She wished she could use Chen Che as a toilet plunger, holding his feet and stuffing his head into the toilet, jabbing vigorously… just imagining the scene made Xia Na feel much better.
"Now that you know how to use it, just take it. If something unexpected happens, it should save your life at a critical moment."
"Hehe, thanks, Nishang." Chen Che was not the least bit polite, as it was something he actually deserved.
