[The fruit explodes in her mouth, leaving the pulp to disintigrate over her tongue at its leisure. Two streaks of juice trickle treacherously along the corners of her lips, leaving one trail to drip down Shi Qingxuan's chin, and then her collarbone.
What a mess.]
Excuse me! [Not that she seems much bothered, wiping at one side of her mouth with the back of her hand. On the bright side, it's not as if she's wearing much to be stained at this point, not that laundry has ever been specifically Shi Qingxuan's problem. That's for other people to worry about.]
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What a mess.]
Excuse me! [Not that she seems much bothered, wiping at one side of her mouth with the back of her hand. On the bright side, it's not as if she's wearing much to be stained at this point, not that laundry has ever been specifically Shi Qingxuan's problem. That's for other people to worry about.]
How did you luck out with so many anyway?