"Lian Xiangru, you must not like other women, do you understand?"
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he made her a lifelong promise in a gentle voice: "If there are three thousand pieces of weak water, I will take a single scoop to drink."
…A brief eerie silence…
"Huh?" Yimo blinked, "Uh... Oh! Um... That..." She hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What does it mean?"
…Various black lines above the head and crows flying over…
"Are you just going to drink a ladle of water? Will you die of thirst?" Someone tried his best to persuade him anxiously: "You must drink water if you have it from now on! What if you get thirsty! You have to be flexible as a person. If you are thirsty, you will drink any water. Don't be too stubborn."
Um... Moumo... Do you know what you are trying to persuade him to do...
He was calm and said, "Be good, go to sleep."
Someone shyly nuzzled his face into his arms, then fell down and hugged him happily.