"Su Li, I really never knew you were such a petty woman."
Su Li laughed, half-turned her body, resting one arm on the back of the chair, and blinked at him as she asked, "Compared to your pettiness, who is pettier?"
Her words actually piqued Wei Chengfeng's interest. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
With a light cough, Su Li pouted and put on a cute, coquettish act, "I want some fruit."
Wei Chengfeng pointed to the fruit plate on the table, "It's right there."
"It has skin on it."
Seeing her acting spoiled was rare, so Wei Chengfeng walked around the couch and sat down, picked up an apple, and started peeling it. While peeling, he teased, "This is actually the first time I'm peeling an apple for someone."
"Oh? What about Qiao Ling? Didn't she have this privilege?"
Once again talking about Qiao Ling, their states of mind changed dramatically.
