"No good!!" Tianxin yelled in frustration at Chen Yiran.
"Don't be like that!" Chen Yiran looked at Tianxin with an innocent expression, "Last time I was peeling an apple, I accidentally cut my hand, and it has left me traumatized."
"Liar!"
"I didn't lie to you!" Chen Yiran raised his hand, showing the scar on his finger to Tianxin, "Look, the scar hasn't healed."
Tianxin bent her head, looked carefully, and it did seem like a scar from cutting oneself with a knife.
"Tianxin...." Chen Yiran's voice called her name lowly.
"Alright." Tianxin couldn't resist the begging look in his eyes, and had no choice but to shake off his hand and said, "I will peel you one apple, and then I'm going to bed."
"Thank you, wife." Chen Yiran smiled, his voice low.
"…" Tianxin walked into the kitchen annoyed, grabbed an apple, and pictured it as Chen Yiran while she was forcefully peeling it.
After a while, Tianxin walked out with the apple and handed it to Chen Yiran, "Here, your apple."