Qiao Xiguan glared fiercely at Ai Qing.
Ai Qing seemed to have shifted his gaze out the car window.
Qiao Xiguan looked down at the milk and bread in her hand, always aware that no matter what situation she faced, one should never neglect their body. Without physical strength, there's no hope at all.
As she picked up the bread to take a bite, she eyed the part that had been bitten off with disgust. She threw away the piece around the bite, ensuring it wasn't tainted by that man's saliva, before taking large bites. After finishing it, she prepared to drink the milk. Recalling that the man had used it in the same way, she tossed it aside and squeezed out the milk to drink, making a somewhat comical sight.
"Haha..." Suddenly, a hearty laugh erupted nearby.
Qiao Xiguan put down the milk carton and ignored Ai Qing, who was enjoying the joke at her expense.
"Qiao Xiguan, what if I told you that when I drank the milk earlier, I spat what I drank back into it?"
