Yan Xianjue was lounging sideways on the sofa, watching a movie with Yan Ci, when he received a call from the villa's butler.
Yan Ci picked a plump tangerine from the fruit platter and tossed it over, grumbling, "Stop gnawing on that lousy pear all day. You got a girlfriend and even your tastes changed?"
Yan Xianjue tossed the pear core into the trash, then wiped his hands and mouth with the damp towel beside him. Stubbornly, he said, "I haven't. Pears are good for autumn dryness."
Yan Ci rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right."
With a flick of his wrist, Yan Xianjue tossed the tangerine back into Yan Ci's arms. "No. Tangerines taste sour after pears."
Yan Ci didn't believe him.
He actually suspected this was just one of Yan Xianjue's schemes to avoid peeling the tangerine himself.
But! How could he not fall for it? How could he possibly resist falling for it?!
Yan Ci had never been able to tolerate his brother's provocations. Even though he was full of doubts, he still started peeling the tangerine.
The tangerine was round and plump, and as Yan Ci peeled it, the family screening room filled with its distinctive fresh scent.
Yan Ci put a segment into his mouth and instinctively frowned.
"Sweet."
Yan Xianjue didn't believe him either.
If it was sweet, would there still be any left for him? Yan Ci would have finished it all himself long ago!
As if he could see Yan Xianjue's distrust, Yan Ci gave a light snort and popped another segment into his mouth. "Suit yourself."
Yan Xianjue was a little uncertain. "Really?"
Yan Ci said nothing. He merely held the tangerine in his hand toward Yan Xianjue, letting him take some if he wanted, then naturally turned back to focus on the