"Fuck!"
Chen Xiaobei felt as though he had been plunged into an ice cave. She couldn't have figured out this melon is mine, could she?
Sure enough, Luo Qingcheng's eyes were red, her sharp gaze filled with nothing but a profound sense of being wronged. She looked like she wanted to eat Chen Xiaobei alive. From the moment she first touched the First Love Melon, Luo Qingcheng had felt a vague sense of familiarity. It was only after she tasted it just now that she finally understood where that feeling came from.
Wasn't this the exact fragrance of the melons from Chen Xiaobei's patch?
Back when Chen Xiaobei was sucking the poison out for her, he had specifically used a watermelon rind to wipe her private area. Ever since then, her private area had carried that scent, and no amount of washing could get rid of it. And Chen Xiaobei was the only person who had ever touched her there.
