The rocking chair gently swayed, and Wen Xian was completely immersed in the afternoon's time.
By the evening, the two of them began preparing a candlelight dinner.
Together, they fried steaks and saury in the small kitchen, and finally, Wen Xian squeezed a lemon, drizzling the juice over the saury.
Lu Xiao was making a cheese sauce for the shrimp, and Wen Xian held a slice of lemon to his mouth. He ate it without looking.
Wen Xian laughed mischievously, waiting to see him wince at the sourness.
But, unexpectedly, Lu Xiao remained nonchalant. Noticing her gaze, he stared back at her before asking seriously,
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Wen Xian: "...???"
Hadn't the sourness got to him? It was a lemon he had eaten, after all.
"No, it isn't sour?" Wen Xian, utterly baffled, asked incredulously.
Lu Xiao slightly curled his lips, smiling faintly, "It's not sour; this one is quite sweet."
Upon hearing that, Wen Xian was half convinced.
