Butterfly Effect of Mermaids

06

I had a bottle of plain-looking Mizone, while Nora had a fancy self-made chrysanthemum tea.

Dammit. I was outshone!

I couldn't be depressed. Simps should always have hope in getting their Prince Charming.

Nora said gently. "Ryan, take my drink. It can cool you down."

I had to promote myself at such a time. "Take mine instead. It can burn you up!"

The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched.

Oh no, I was so focused on talking the opposite of what Nora had said, that I didn't pay attention to the context of which.

I had to make up for my mistake. "You are in a competition, so you have to maintain a high spirit at such a time. We need your spirit to be burning up."

Ryan's expression was complicated. "Thank you. I have my own water."

He took none of our drinks.

It was a tie.

My roommates gave me a thumbs-up one after another as if to say, "If you don't lose, you win."

That was what I thought too, but a voice suddenly rang in my ear. "It's not true. He took Nora's drink."