Next morning
Alan opened his eyes, looked around, and murmured:
"I actually slept like this for a whole night."
"What's the matter, do you feel embarrassed sleeping here as a young master?" A faint voice came from beside him.
Alan turned his head, puckered his lips, and said:
"That's not true."
"Catch!"
Qin Tian tossed the fruit in his hand to Alan.
Alan caught it, took a big bite, and immediately, his face twisted as if it were squeezed tightly by a hand.
"Phooey!"
He spat out everything in his mouth and spat several times more.
"So sour, so sour!"
He was so sour that tears came out.
At this moment, he seemed to hear a snicker from the side, turned his head and sure enough, Qin Tian had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You did it on purpose!!!"
Alan was furious, wanting to hit someone. He didn't expect Qin Tian to be so insidious, handing him such a sour fruit, clearly wanting to embarrass him.
