Hurting Each Other

Qiao Yanjue could understand Han Rui and couldn't help but glare at him.

What did he want this kind of friend for? Just flush the vinegar down the toilet!

"I want to drink water..."

Han Rui's expression was distorted. The taste of the vinegar was too terrible.

He hated sour things growing up.

If it was a fruit, as long as it had a little sour taste, he wouldn't even eat it.

Qiao Yanjue also understood his preference.

Therefore, when Qiao Yanjue took out such a bottle of vinegar, the situation was very delicate.

"No, you can't," Qiao Yanjue sneered, "To make the effect work better, you can't drink water for half an hour."

Han Rui's eyes widened and he instantly had the urge to die.

He didn't feel this way when he was out in the field, walking through a hail of bullets, but a cup of vinegar made him want to die!

This feeling was too damn terrible!