The faint fragrance entered her nose, and Luo Jia didn't need to look to smell that it was a common fruit in the fairy jungle - peace fruit.

She raised her face, and sure enough, in the palm of the purple disciple before meeting, she was quietly holding a peace fruit with water droplets.

The fist-sized peace fruit, red and bright color, with a faint fragrance, looks like it must be juicy, crisp and sweet.

"Eat."

The purple disciple sent the peace fruit in his hand to her again.

Stimulated by the fragrance, Luo Jia's stomach also screamed very cooperatively.

After tossing for so long, she hadn't eaten yet, and she was already hungry.

"Thank you."

Luo Jia thanked him, took the peace fruit, brought it to his lips, and immediately took a bite.

Sure enough, it was moderately sweet and sour, and it was very delicious.

"It's delicious."

She immediately returned him with a big smile, juice spilling from the corners of her lips, and she busily stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the juice back, smiling at him embarrassedly.

She is just a habitual action, and how do you know what kind of scenery such an action looks like in the eyes of the purple disciples.

Zitu smiled, and also took a fruit and ate it, but only felt that this fruit had no taste, and it tasted like chewing wax.

Listening to her gentle chewing, he unconsciously turned his gaze again and looked at her.

Luo Jia held the fruit in one hand and the book in the other, eating and reading at the same time, very attentive.

The moonlight fell obliquely and hit her face, and her side face seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light, and her watery lips were particularly seductive.

His lips were a little dryer, not daring to look at her face, he looked down at the book in her hand.

Her book rested on her lap, her legs bent, and her gray robe parted slightly, revealing the smooth calves inside.

When he hugged her just now, he had inadvertently touched her skin, and now he can still remember the smooth touch like a pearl......

The purple disciple's lips were even drier.

He stopped looking at her calves and continued to look at her pages, and just as Luo Jia turned the page of the book and raised one hand to eat the peace fruit.

The placket of her robe wrinkled slightly because of her movements, and from his angle, he could just see the half-hidden and half-exposed snow-white in the hem of her robe.

There was a muffled buzz in his head, and the purple disciple only felt a heat rise in his lower abdomen, and his body instantly gave birth to a man's instinctive counter-energy.

He panicked, instinctively closing his legs that had been separated.

Hearing the strange movement on his side, Luo Jia turned his face to look at him, seeing that the peace fruit in his hand had just taken a bite, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"I ......"

The purple disciple had a dry throat and was speechless.

"Isn't it not delicious for you, this kind of fruit will be more sour if it is not ripe, I seem to be a little ripe, too sweet......" Luo Jia stretched out his hand, took his fruit, and put half of the fruit he ate into his palm, "I'll exchange it with you, I like it more...... Eat sour. ”

Gods forgive, I ...... It's not the room that lies.

In her heart, she prayed in a low voice.

Zitu looked at the half-eaten fruit in her hand, "I...... It's not ......"

Luo Jia took a bite of the fruit he took from his hand, "Well, this is really a little sour, it suits my appetite, can you taste mine?" ”

She looked expectant, and he immediately obediently brought the fruit to his mouth and took a big bite.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if she's really sweet.

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