Chun Xiangnuan walked over, took a few oranges, and began to eat them.
These are Capital City's oranges, sour yet sweet, big and juicy. Indeed, they're delicious. She's eaten many oranges, but only the ones from Capital City are the best.
"Are you not angry anymore?" Jian Zhiqing continued to peel oranges. He wasn't too fond of them himself, but Qin Xiangnuan liked them, so most of the ones he bought ended up in her stomach, appeasing her internal temple.
"I'm not angry," Qin Xiangnuan stuffed another segment of orange into her mouth and would never admit what she was upset about.
"Don't worry," Jian Zhiqing reached out and ruffled Qin Xiangnuan's hair, "Even if you don't grow taller, Brother Jian won't mind. Besides, you're good just the way you are."
Good just the way you are?
Qin Xiangnuan looked down at her flat chest.
Indeed, good and not so good.