Mo Tingshen almost instinctively wanted to hold onto Bo Yanching's hand, sliding his fingers slyly in her palm as usual, but he suddenly caught sight of Chu Yao beside them. His fingers twitched suddenly, trembled a bit, and he forcibly put his hand back on the rim of his bowl.
"Who said it was for me to eat?"
Mo Tingshen handed the fruit to Chu Yao, "Xiao Yao, have a taste."
Chu Yao didn't even look at him, but she accepted it anyway.
He instantly felt proud, "This mango is definitely not as sweet as the one I sliced."
"Oh," Chu Yao increased the volume of her phone, as the sound effects of successive kill strikes played, "So what?"
He immediately chimed in, "You eat more, and later I'll buy more to make you a fruit platter."
Chu Yao leaned closer to Nan Jiaojiao, "Baby, wait for me to respawn in two seconds, jump over my head, no need for you to walk, remember to cast the buff skill."
Mo Tingshen felt unappreciated, yet he wasn't the least bit dejected.
