Xue Sheng nonchalantly picked up the apple that Xue Zhuoyi had just peeled. The first thing that enters the mouth is the cool juice, followed by the pulp, and the tactile feedback of the fiber. A burst of sweet and sour fragrance ends this mouthful, which is very long.
Perhaps he was born unable to understand the subtle mysteries of mortal food, and the same applies to the mysteries of thinking. Xue Sheng didn't know that it just depended on letting go of his arrogance.
What he also didn't know was that in the thousands of days and nights that followed, Xue Zhuoyi had perfected the technique of peeling apples, separating the pulp and peel as accurately as a mathematician calculating geometry.
Of course, mathematicians are born gamblers. Xue Zhuoyi was also gambling, including waiting for all the materials in his own territory to fall into a trap.
However, when Jiang Yuxuan woke up, he wanted to peel an apple for her first.
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As for why the title is tomato and the introduction says apple, the editor doesn't know what's going on.
This article has a very serious Stockholm bias!
The words on the cover are written by me.
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My heart is beating with love like fire!
Purpose: Dad should be nicer to his daughter
