232 My Wife Isn’t Allowed to Starve

Xu Youyou did not refuse. She raised her head and looked at his well-defined fingers holding the fruit knife. His movements were elegant and skilled. Her eyes that were usually sparkling seemed to be covered in a layer of fog as she looked at him, lost in her thoughts.

Mo Shenbai looked at her silently as he handed the peeled apple to her. "Eat it."

Mo Zhiyun: "???"

"I was peeling it for Zhiyun to eat," Xu Youyou said.

Mo Shenbai glanced at the depressed Mo Zhiyun before he said lightly, "She doesn't like apples. You eat it."

Mo Zhiyun: "..."

Xu Youyou looked at Mo Zhiyun.

Mo Shenbai also looked at Mo Zhiyun. However, his gaze was as sharp as knives.

Mo Zhiyun smiled immediately and said, "Yes, I don't like apples. I like watermelons."

"Oh." Xu Youyou nodded before she took the apple. She lowered her head and began to munch on the apple.