It was probably the first time in Xu Jingxi's life that he had eaten something he didn't want to eat.
The taste of fruit couldn't be more ordinary.
Leh Ying, on the other hand, bit into a cherry, her cheeks puffing slightly with laughter, "Sorry, I just wanted to share with Mister."
Xu Jingxi glanced at her, his slender fingertips picking one cherry after another to his lips, the dark red fruit making her fingers seem even more translucent.
He didn't understand what was tasty about them, kept silent, and didn't want to deal with her.
Watching the climax of the movie, Leh Ying commented, "The Divine King who ruled supremely was such a scumbag, seven wives, twenty lovers, based on the mythological stories, his Empress of Heaven should be plotting a revolt."
Xu Jingxi reached for a soft tissue to wipe his hands, "Do you like Western mythology?"
