After leaving her lips, Lu Xingzhi moved his cheeks, took two bites, and swallowed. He nodded solemnly and said, "It is a touch sour."
Jiang Yao's ears were flushed. They had been together for so long, yet they were never fussy about what they ate from each other's mouths.
When she thought about the sensation that made her entire body numb and soft, she removed her hand from the peach and washed the pears without saying anything.
"Silly wife."
Lu Xingzhi's heart warmed in response to her reaction. They were a nearly old married couple, but she still felt shy around him.
Lu Xingzhi took the peach that Jiang Yao had nibbled on and ate it. He took one bite at a time. That peach was crunchy, but it was not sweet, possibly because it was a wild fruit.
Jiang Yao disliked sour food.
When Lu Xingzhi picked it, he did not take a bite because there were only two on the tree. He was also worried that it would not last until he returned at night.