For a moment, the unique sweet aroma of honey permeated the air, making Guo Dong unable to resist the urge to swallow.
The honey, tinged with a hint of light orange, trickled down from the spoon in thin streams, as if it contained the essence of heaven and earth.
As she intently gazed at the spoonful of honey in Qiaoqiao's hand, she finally cleared her throat and sat up straight:
"I don't believe it, unless you let me taste it."
...
After a while.
When Wu Lan entered the living room to pour a glass of water, she saw Guo Dong sitting upright on the couch, her eyes fixed on the half bottle of honey on the table.
And Qiaoqiao was blinking earnestly, watching her intently.
"What's wrong?" Wu Lan asked curiously.
But she saw Guo Dong suddenly stand up, grinding her teeth: "Isn't it just 1000 yuan a bottle? I'll buy it!"
Guo Dong spoke with conviction, as if the 1000 yuan was being gouged from her flesh with a knife.