Fang Cheng had just sat up straight and was about to reach for the little silver fork on the plate.
From under the parasol beside them came a light "snap" sound, the sound of a book being closed.
Lin Chuqiao, in flat lace-up sandals, walked over with light, easy steps.
She came to stand beside the two of them and gave Zhou Xiumei a gentle smile.
Then, as naturally as anything, she extended her fair, slender fingers and directly picked up a piece of watermelon from the fruit plate.
"Thanks, Xiumei. I was just reading for a bit and really did get a little thirsty."
Lin Chuqiao brought the watermelon to her lips and took a bite, then her eyes turned softly as she looked at Fang Cheng:
"Brother Cheng, just eating watermelon is a bit monotonous. Want me to go down and wash some grapes and cherries?"
As she spoke, she smoothly took the fruit plate from Zhou Xiumei's hands and set it steadily down on the round table between the two rattan chairs.
