"Mm."
Xia Yan slowly opened his eyes on the bed. A white ceiling and the familiar smell of disinfectant greeted him.
"You're awake."
A familiar, gentle voice reached him.
He glanced to the side.
A lovely blonde woman sat in the chair beside the bed, holding a fruit knife and a half-peeled apple.
Only—
When Xia Yan's gaze fell on that pitiful apple, a blush crept across Cynthia's fair cheeks.
Of course.
How could a girl who had never done housework know how to peel an apple?
Xia Yan could not help grinning.
"Are you planning to feed me apple peel, or the apple core?"
The half-peeled apple in Cynthia's hand had pathetically been reduced to a thick layer of peel and a bare core.
At his words—
The blush on Cynthia's face deepened.
She shot him an annoyed glare.
Then set the apple down beside the bed.
She held the fruit knife and gestured up and down with it.
Xia Yan's expression stiffened slightly.
Because not only did he see five or six "properly" peeled apples on the cabinet beside the bed, the one Cynthia had just been holding was already considered one of her better efforts.
He had also seen the knife's gleaming, chilling reflection beneath the light.
He immediately grabbed the apple core Cynthia had just put down. There was barely any flesh left on it, but he still took a bite.
It was full of juice.
And it tasted pretty good.
What a waste of such fine fruit.
"Ahem. How many days was I unconscious?"
He forced his gaze away from the fruit knife and looked around. This appeared to be a hospital room in the Pokémon Center.
"Two days." Cynthia wore a satisfied expression as she answered slowly.
Two days?
Xia Yan rubbed his chin.