Zhu Qing's words were already quite ruthless.
Liu Yilan's face flushed with anger as she exclaimed, "Who are you calling a freeloader? We're all in the same dormitory. If you don't want to lend, then don't, but is there any need to be so offensive?"
Zhu Qing finally set down her book and looked at her directly, a mocking curve formed at her lips, "Do you think the hot water falls from the sky? You know full well your kettle is empty, yet you don't go and fill it up yourself, preferring to use someone else's. Isn't that a bit thick-skinned?"
Hearing this, Liu Yilan's face turned even redder, but she wasn't one to back down easily. She retorted, "We're all classmates; what's wrong with asking for a sip of water? It's not a big deal—I can just let you have some back later, can't I? Acting all high and mighty all the time, I never would have guessed you to be such a petty person. Can you guarantee that there'll never come a time when you need help from others?"
