Shi Guang lay on Lu Yanchen's legs while he held a document in one hand and his other held a toothpick with watermelon pierced through it. Even if his eyes were on the document, he still managed to accurately feed the watermelon into Shi Guang's mouth.
"There was a time when I fought with someone and my cousin helped me without hesitation. She got hit in the head in the end, and she still has a scar on her forehead," Shi Guang rambled. And as she did, she was slowly chewing on a watermelon.
"Hmm." Lu Yanchen gave a short reply. His wool sweater was already crooked with how Shi Guang was tugging it, and he looked a little indolent.
"There was one time that I really liked a piece of clothing but I did not have enough money. So my cousin spared her pocket money for that month and bought that piece of clothing for me."
"Hmm."
