Ava couldn’t help but laughed, “Pouch”, “You eat slowly, there are nuclei, don’t get stuck.”
As she reminded, she bent down and picked up the fruit plate, and then said to Harvey: “He is stingy. I don’t know what the wind is. You can eat pears.”
After all… I still rely on him after all.
“It’s okay, the pears look very sweet.” Harvey smiled at Ava, stretched out his hand to the fruit plate without rushing, and picked up a pear.
The white and slender fingers matched the pear he was holding, which was exceptionally clear and moist.
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