C82 I Promise I Won't Kill You

The moment the door closed, Lee Nanfang walked to the table, habitually sat on the corner of the table and reached for a glass of water.

He threw too many flirtatious glances along the way and felt a little thirsty.

Yue Zitong lifted her hand and opened his hand. She took out a cup of water from the drawer and placed it on the table with a 'dong'