Tong Xiaohua was held in mid-air by Yan Bo, feeling both embarrassed and warm-hearted.
Her rational mind told her she should jump down from him, but having rarely enjoyed such boundless affection since childhood, Tong Xiaohua couldn't bear to give up this utmost tender indulgence.
And on the higher branches, there were clearly even more and larger oranges, tempting under the sunlight with their golden-yellow glow.
"Are the oranges up there bigger and more numerous?"
Yan Bo held her with both hands, his gaze sweeping over the oranges in the basket; compared to those she had picked originally, the ones just picked were obviously riper and larger.
"Yes, they're dazzling to look at."
Yan Bo's hands held her steady, "Then take your time picking them, no rush."
At first, Tong Xiaohua feared her weight would be too much for Yan Bo to bear. After all, though she wasn't fat, her height was there, and even if skin and bones, she wouldn't be too light.
