Strawberries are fresh and juicy, bursting with flavor at each bite. The soft and slightly sour strawberries covered with a thin, crunchy layer of sugar coating creates a harmoniously sweet and tart taste, crispy and tender at the same time; the flavor is indeed quite nice.
Especially after passing through her lips, the taste is even better.
Bo Yan gave her a light kiss, then nodded in agreement: "It is indeed very sweet."
Xia Siyu didn't blush at all, instead, she proudly lifted her chin: "Isn't it just great? And who do you think fed it to you?"
Bo Yan nodded: "Hmm, that candied strawberry skewer just now, it does remind me of you."
Sour and sweet, tender and lively, with a crisp and tough exterior, but soft on the inside.
However, Xia Siyu understood it in another way: "Are you saying I look like a strawberry? Is my skin that bad these days?"
As everyone knows, strawberries are all covered with seeds—was Bo Yan mocking her about something?
