They both picked up the crabapple, but he hid it in his chest, while he crushed it between his fingertips.
He buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, sniffed lightly, and smiled evilly but pretended to be serious: "Don't they all say that Begonia has no fragrance? Then Begonia, what do you..." He just smiled and watched her hurriedly pull up the skirt of her clothes and clear her throat to maintain her male disguise.
He gently scratched a crabapple across her face, and then watched coldly as it was burned by the fire: "You are just a fragrant crabapple, and you still want to experience the fragrance and die?"
She lowered her head and took a deep breath. Her usual smile was replaced by a cold look at the corner of her mouth today.