“…”

With a word, Mo Nanjue almost vomited blood in anger. His expression was stiff and his face was cold, "Do you want me to thank you for helping me dig this hole?"

There is obvious threat in men's words.

Tong Ran dared not say he wanted it. She quickly shook her head, bent down and stuffed the orange into his hand, "You, use it first, I, I'll go take a shower."

She turned around and left.

Mo Nanjue stared at the orange in his hand. After it was dug up, the juice flowed out, and the man felt that his forehead was covered with black lines, and his face was hard to see, "Tong Ran!"

This roar was full of anger.

Tong Ran shook her shoulders in fear and turned her head, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Mo Nanjue had a cold face and almost pinched the orange. "What did you actually ask me about?!"

Is this woman missing a string in her mind?!

"No...can't it be used?" Tong Ran glanced at him, turned around and wanted to get the fruit knife again, "Is the hole I dug is not big enough?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched a few times, and he lowered his head and glanced at it. The hole was quite big.

The key point is not this at all!

Tong Ran took the fruit knife and took the orange in his hand back, digging on the left and right, "How can I dig this... If the hole is bigger, it will break the skin."

She raised the orange and looked at it, and then cut it down—

It was directly dug into two halves.

“…”

Tong Ran lowered his hand and had no choice but to take another one...

She got up and walked to the table, and found that there were no oranges in the fruit basket, and there were cherry tomatoes, grapes, small kumquats, and...

Tong Ran fixed his eyes on the small watermelon on the last side.

Mo Nanjue sat on the edge of the bed, his strong upper body was bare and his lower body was just a blanket. When the man raised his head, he saw Tong Ran picking up the little watermelon.

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched a few times, this woman...

The oranges are not good, she is going to ask him to use watermelon?!

The little watermelon was not big, almost three or four oranges added together. Tong Ran picked up the knife and gestured in a manner as to how to dig it.

So big... Isn't it very convenient to use?

Tong Ran bit her lower lip, raised her hand and stabbed her toward the watermelon!

Puff—

There was a figure behind her. When she realized that, Mo Nanjue had already grabbed her hand. The two of them pressed down together, and the entire watermelon was directly split in half.

Tong Ran was stunned, "You..."

Mo Nanjue picked up one of them, took a bite and grabbed her jaw and fed it directly to her.

He couldn't stand it for a second.

The cold juice mixed in the mouths of the two. Mo Nanjue's thin lips were very hard. The watermelon was crushed into pieces, and the sweeter it tasted. The fruit knife fell at his feet. The man glanced at him and kicked him away.

When she thought of her handing him an orange, someone's masculine dignity was greatly challenged. Could it be that in her eyes, he could be satisfied with an orange?!

Depend on!

Mo Nanjue pulled off the blanket on his lower body, put it on the table and lifted her up. Tong Ran was about to struggle, but with a wave of his hand, he swept down the whole table.

It scattered all over the floor.

The man reached out and grabbed a piece of watermelon, rubbed the long fingers into the melon meat, and the juice splashed everywhere. Mo Nanjue overbearingly pressed her shoulder and applied all the rubbed melon meat on.

"you--"

A cold feeling swept over, Tong Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide, and she didn't expect him to do this. She kicked her legs in shock, "Mo Nanjue, don't, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I never dared to do it again!"
Chapter completed!