"Insult you?" Yao Mengji said. "What? You want the entire thing? I'm afraid it might be too much, you might end up dying!"
"This orange is poisoned?" Longevous Qingfeng was shocked. He looked at Yao Mengji bitterly and said, "Brother Mengji, I admit it was my fault, but we've known each other for a thousand years. You don't have to do this to me!"
Yao Mengji was furious. "Are you done? Would I need to poison you with an orange just to kill you? Shut up and eat it!"
Longevous Qingfeng accepted the orange and sniffed it. Instantly, he had a strange look. What fragrance!
Swiftly after, he put it into his mouth.
He gently chewed on it. The juice of the orange burst in his mouth, turning his lips orange. The sweet and sour taste interlinked, attacking his taste buds. He could not help taking in a deep breath. He felt as if he was about to fly!
"Yummy!"