"Hmm."
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids slightly.
While speaking, Mo Shangjun had already peeled the entire apple.
She lifted the apple skin with the fruit knife, and as she tossed it upward, the apple skin smoothly fell into the trash can.
Immediately after, a few flicks of the knife and the flesh was cut, separating from the core, into slices, all placed on the lid of the lunch box.
The tip of the fruit knife pierced a piece of apple, and she handed it to Ya Tianxing.
Ya Tianxing glanced at it and, with a provoking tone, said, "I want to eat an orange."
"..."
Mo Shangjun was momentarily stunned.
Then, Ya Tianxing opened his mouth and ate the apple piece.
Looking at the shiny fruit knife in her hand, Mo Shangjun's eyes were faintly filled with irritation, "Why didn't you say so when I was peeling the apple?"
"You can eat it," Ya Tianxing said leisurely, "Moreover, when you were peeling the apple—"
"Very handsome?"
Mo Shangjun intercepted his words.
