Nan Jiaojiao chuckled twice, the topic passing through her lips smoothly: "Bo Yanching, I've been eating pomegranates for four days, my mouth is about to blister. Can we change to another fruit tomorrow?"
"Sure, what do you want to eat?"
"Lychee?"
Bo Yanching laughed: "It's not available until May. If you really want it, I can get you frozen ones, but with your laziness, wouldn't you hate touching the ice?"
Nan Jiaojiao had no clue about fruit seasons or market times, she just spoke whatever came to mind first.
Luckily, she didn't have a strong craving, so she immediately changed it: "Durian then."
"Alright."
"Forget it, the smell is too strong and it's high in calories. I'm afraid the actresses would conspire to murder me."
"I'll just buy it for you, you can eat it secretly."
"Ha."
