Regardless of whether the apple is sweet or not, this sentence is sweet to Xie Sui's heart.
Xie Sui leaned against the window, watching Jibai eat an apple with enjoyment.
Her small cherry mouth seemed to be unable to open, and she was gently chewing on the flesh in small bites. This is to change him; two or three will be able to solve the problem.
He thought about it and felt that girls were still different. They eat slowly and walk slowly. It is precisely because of their slowness that they grow so fine.
Apricot round eyes, a nice nose, cherry pink lips—really nice and nice.
Xie Sui's light coffee-coloured eyes stared at her in this way, making her a little uncomfortable.
"Don't stand here; go back soon."
Xie Sui turned his head to look at his classmates in the class. They pretended to read and study. In fact, Yu Guang always floated to the window, intentionally or unintentionally, paying attention to their every move.