Xiao Xian had never seen anyone eat an orange like that, it wasn't just eating an orange, it was practically sculpting art.
"Pretty sweet, try one," The orange arced through the air, landing accurately in Xiao Xian's hand. Despite the cold orange, Xiao Xian felt an inexplicable warmth; the orange was actually for her.
She hurriedly stuffed a piece into her mouth, her eyes lighting up, "Mmm, it really is sweet." A gleeful look flashed through Xiao Xian's eyes, and that lively expression made Zhou Ziang pause, his lips unconsciously curving upwards.
"Time for dinner, Ziang, come help out," Xi Lijuan called her son over to help serve the dishes. Xuerou emerged from inside, and upon seeing the pile of orange peels on the table across from Xiao Xian, and the half-eaten orange in her hand, she revealed a smile as if her scheming had succeeded.
