"Ah, what are you doing Yecheng? Didn't it pierce you?" Jo let out a cry of alarm, released his toothpick, pulled his finger out of Yecheng's mouth, and asked anxiously.

"Hey hey, eat apples, of course." Ye Cheng grinned, reached for his toothpick, and grinned at Joe Rubingdao, eating an apple.

"You..." Jo knew at once that he had been fooled by this bastard again. How could he get stuck? He was so foolish. It would be better if he stuck to death.

"Hee-hee, what's the taste of my husband Bingjie's apple?" Asked Beauty with a smile.

"Apple tastes bad."

"I mean Bing Jie's white and tender hands, didn't they...