Gu Xi let out a silent sigh. She couldn't help but marvel once again—that girl, Qi Xiang, had some truly unbelievable luck.
Under Qi Xiang's burning, expectant gaze, Gu Xi had no choice but to offer a tactful reminder. "Don't you think... that half a pastry from this morning tasted rather special?"
"Huh?" Qi Xiang froze for a moment, then replied subconsciously, "It was pretty special..." 'So, the reason I had diarrhea was because of that little half-pastry?'
But she quickly caught on. "But that can't be right. You ate way more of those little pastries than I did..."
But Gu Xi was completely fine.
That's why she had subconsciously ruled out the plate of pastries earlier.
Gu Xi looked at her and said mysteriously, "Could there be another possibility? Perhaps it's because I'm immune to all poisons?"
Qi Xiang froze. "...So it really was because of that plate of pastries?"
