"Would you like to try a slice?" Mu Qingli broke off a segment of orange and brought it to Fu Lanshen's mouth.
Fu Lanshen, without lifting his head, opened his mouth and accepted it.
When her warm, soft, and moist fingertip touched his tongue, they both froze.
Fu Lanshen truly hadn't intended to take advantage of her; he had just instinctively opened his mouth to bite the orange, swallowing reflexively. He hadn't expected to hit the jackpot...
Mu Qingli felt awful. She was stunned for a second, then quickly withdrew her burning fingertip as if nothing had happened and pulled out a tissue to wipe away the shiny liquid. However, her reddening ear tips betrayed her emotions.
Fu Lanshen cleared his throat nonchalantly, his expression unchanged, "Don't worry, I am very healthy. I've just had a check-up, I don't have any infectious diseases."