Shen Xi was tempted to kick Fu Qingxuan off his wheelchair, but the most she could do was play the scenario in her head. She pushed him over so he could experience the joy of picking tomatoes with his own hands.
The moderate-sized vegetable patch had about a dozen tomato shrubs. The tomato vines climbed over the trellis panels, showing off its shiny red fruits.
Fu Qingxuan reached out to pluck one. It took a lot of thought and a long internal struggle before he opened up in a muffled voice, "Do you truly like him that much?"
Shen Xi knew what he was getting at. "Who are you talking about?"
Rather than getting worked up, Fu Qingxuan remained calm. "The mister next door."
Shen Xi was aware that Fu Qingxuan took it the wrong way since the young master would not even dare to look her in the eye. Even the tomato in his hand was nearly squashed to a pulp. Still, she teased him. "That would depend on the sort of 'like' you're talking about."
