Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Michelle felt sorry for Leon from the bottom of her heart. The orange in her hand was sweet, so she secretly put several oranges into the pocket of her clothes.

Seeing that, Nina didn't say anything. Nina just reminded her again, "Do you remember what I just said? If you see Valerie, you can take a detour and keep silent if possible."

"Oh, I see." Michelle nodded, but her attention was on the orange. It was obvious that she just agreed casually.

Nina stretched out her hand to grab the orange that Michelle had peeled and said seriously, "Be serious. I'm afraid that you will be bullied."

Although Valerie was gentle and weak, she was actually a person who hid a murderous intent in her smile and knew how to speak properly. She didn't get into trouble with just a few words, and at the same time, she could achieve her own goal.

What Valerie said just now implied that Michelle had replaced Nina's position in her brother's heart.

No one was willing to be replaced, especially the position in her brother's heart, which was incomparably important to her.

If Valerie didn't refer to Mimi, Valerie would start to be jealous, just like a child hoped t

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"Leon, the orange is sweet and not cold. I put them in my pocket to warm them up." Michelle reached out her hand in front of him and said, "I've also searched online. You can eat oranges when you catch a cold."

The round orange was put in Michelle's white and tender hand. Leon reached out to take it. It was not cold at all. It was warm.

The warmth slowly spread from his fingertips to every part of his body.

Leon slowly peeled the orange skin. The skin was warm, and the orange flesh inside was still cold, but he didn't feel cold at all. This was the warm orange that she personally warmed for him.

The orange was sweet and juicy, and it tasted sweet when it was chewed. When it was swallowed, it moistened his dry and hoarse throat.

The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

"Leon, is it sweet?" Michelle asked in a low voice. All the sick people liked to be quiet, and the loud voices would make people's heads ache.

Leon looked at her and said, "It's sweet. Michelle, you are so good to me. Do you have any attempt?"

"What? Attempt?" Michelle thought that she had been seen through, so she stammered and dared not look at him.