When he didn't move, Si Wen speared a piece of apple with a fork and held it in front of Xue Xing.
"Ah, open your mouth!"
"..."
Xue Xing's heart began to race. I've never eaten anything fed to me by another girl before!
"I... I'll do it myself."
"Ah, open your mouth," Si Wen repeated, her tone playful.
Seeing her insistence, Xue Xing reluctantly opened his mouth and ate the piece of apple she offered. His heart pounded even faster, as if it were about to leap from his chest. What Xue Xing didn't realize was that his face had turned beet red, like a cooked shrimp—succulent and appetizing. He looked like a ripe red apple, so tempting one couldn't help but want to take a bite.
Si Wen watched his reaction, amused all over again. He went from an expression of someone facing their doom to one of discovering a new world.
"How is it? Not as bad as you imagined, is it?"
Xue Xing gulped down the apple and nodded. "Mmm! It's different from others I've had. It's so crisp and sweet."
