Mo Tingshen remained expressionless, "There's radiation."
Chu Yao straightened up to grab it, but Mo Tingshen didn't even move an inch, just raised his hand, making it impossible for her to reach it. Within seconds, she fell back onto the pillow in pain.
She huffed and puffed, "Give it back to me!"
Mo Tingshen cut a small slice of apple, skewered it directly with the knife tip, and brought it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."
"Oh."
Chu Yao opened her mouth and ate it. It wasn't until the apple was in her mouth that she realized why she was being so obedient.
But after chewing a few times, spitting it out felt disgusting, so she sped up her chewing and swallowed it.
"Give me back the phone."
Mo Tingshen handed another piece of apple.
She refused to eat.
"Xiao Yao, can you guess why I don't use a toothpick?"
