1843: Is It Sour?

Is It Sour?

Jiang Yao did not even need to say anything. She only needed to look at her own stomach, and Lu Xingzhi would know that she was full.2

Lunch in first class was not bad, so Jiang Yao finished it. Even though it had already been an hour, Lu Xingzhi was still shocked after she had eaten a whole plate of fruit.

"Honey, are you full?"

Lu Xingzhi raised his hand to rub Jiang Yao's stomach. He looked worried.

"It's okay. I don't feel full, but I can't eat the remaining two grapes." Jiang Yao picked them up and stuffed them into Lu Xingzhi's mouth without any explanation. "Don't waste them. Here, eat them."

Jiang Yao was especially considerate in removing the grape skins for Lu Xingzhi and then squeezing the fruits into his lips.

Lu Xingzhi was like a second-in-command who only needed to open his mouth to enjoy himself. However, when the grape entered his mouth, his eyebrows twitched, and his eyes narrowed.

"Is it because they're sour?"

Jiang Yao hated sour fruits. She would not touch any of the sour fruits. How could she eat so many sour grapes without changing her expression?

"Are they sour? I think they're okay." Jiang Yao shook her head. "Maybe I ate the sweet ones, and these remaining ones are sour."

Lu Xingzhi thought it was the only explanation. Otherwise, Jiang Yao would have already disliked them.

When Jiang Yao fed the second grape to Lu Xingzhi, he thought he was very unfortunate to taste a second sour grape. It tasted worse than the peach he had picked for her on the mountain.

If he did not know that Jiang Yao could not stand sour fruits, he would have thought that she was teasing him on purpose.

Jiang Yao returned the empty fruit plate to the flight attendant and declined the flight attendant's offer for another plate. Then, she yawned and began to feel sleepy.

"Lean against me and sleep. It will probably take more than four hours." Lu Xingzhi tilted her head and placed it on his shoulder.

Jiang Yao turned her head and said, "Has anyone told you that your shoulder is not a good pillow?"

"No."

Jiang Yao was the only person to use his shoulder as a pillow, so how would anyone else know if it would make a good pillow?

Jiang Yao and Lu Xingzhi thought that their conversation was just a regular routine in their daily life. They did not think they were overly intimate with each other, but it was so sweet that it was bubbling.

The flight attendant holding the empty fruit plate hid behind them and chatted excitedly with her colleagues. "That young gentleman in the first-class cabin seems to be a soldier, right? He used an officer's credential to book a plane ticket. I didn't expect a soldier to have such a gentle side.

"If I hadn't seen him, I would still assume that all soldiers in the world are cold and wooden.

"Look at how he pampers his wife. I want to become his wife to experience that kind of happiness. They look like they're living in a bubble. I'm so envious."

Chen Feitang heard that when she came out of the bathroom. She gazed at the couple in front of her seat.

The flight attendant was not wrong. Anyone who saw them would be envious.

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