The white, tender, delicate, soft, and boneless fruit was like a work of art. She stretched out her hand and patted the purse on her waist. She took out a fruit plate with nine ginseng fruits on it, stacked into three layers, the first layer was five, the second layer was three, and the third layer was one. She placed the fruit plate on the side and took out a fruit knife. Her fingers swiped across the knife surface, and the fruit knife quickly spun a few times, leaving behind a series of knife lights.
Holding a ginseng fruit, he pressed his thumb against the back of the knife and began to peel it.
Her almond-shaped eyes turned slyly with a smile. Her exquisite eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her red lips parted slightly. Su Qiutang teased,""You will also be injured?"
