There are still two fresh, juicy oranges in the backpack. Mù Qiānxún sat on the suitcase, letting Ou Zun push her while peeling an orange and humming a tune.
The first slice she peeled, she raised her hand high and held it out behind her.
Ou Zun stretched out his neck and leaned in to bite the orange slice she offered.
After tasting it, Ou Zun complained.
"Sour."
Mù Qiānxún peeled a slice for herself, popped it in her mouth, and found it perfectly sweet and tangy.
"Not sour at all!"
Ou Zun frowned. "You can have it."
Sweet and tangy things – they're probably only something girls like.
Ou Zun definitely didn't like sour things.
And honestly, that orange slice he just ate was really sour. He couldn't understand why Mù Qiānxún didn't think it was sour at all.
Strange!
The sweet interaction between Ou Zun and Mù Qiānxún at the airport was captured by someone and uploaded straight to the internet.
