Mo Qiu was a little sad

As Lin Qinghui spoke, she took the initiative to snatch the knife from his hand.

"I'm practicing. " Mo Cheng Huan was in a good mood. Although he was peeling an Apple, he had cut off the inside of the Apple.

Mo Yanchen could not stand it anymore.

"Let me do it. Mo Yancheng said as he snatched the knife from his hand and picked up another Apple. He peeled it quickly and was done in no time.

He took a plate, cut the Apple into small pieces, and handed it to her with a fork.

"Fill your stomach first, chengjing will be back soon." Mo Yancheng said.

"San er is the best." Lin Qinghui was touched.

At this moment, mo Qiu rushed in. He really couldn't hold it in anymore. He looked at Lin Qinghui, stretched out his hand, and held her wrist, touching it left and right.

"Mo Qiu, what's the matter?" Lin Qinghui asked.

Mo Qiu stared at her. After feeling her pulse, he looked into her eyes and pressed his hand on her chest. After a long time, he finally let go.