Even though Shen Yubai doesn't really care about Christmas Eve, and doesn't remember such an insignificant holiday, Xu Chuning seems to like it, so he must prepare this gift for her.
This is what he considers a sense of ritual.
Xu Chuning was startled for a moment, looking at the apple that appeared in her hand, as well as the laughter in the clear and handsome eyes of the person before her.
The young man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with pitch-black and bright pupils, as if harboring a lake of stars, illuminating her.
"Gone silly?" Shen Yubai gaze was focused directly on her, lifting his hand to shake it in front of her eyes, "Remember to eat this."
Xu Chuning snapped back to reality and thought for a moment, "There are so many apples."
Shen Yubai grunted and said very domineeringly, "I don't care about the others, you can give them to Aunt You and Grandma to eat, but you can't give them this one."
