I used all my tricks, speaking in my softest tone, "If one meal isn't enough, how about a month? Is that okay?"
His gaze fell on the strawberries by the bed. I seized the moment and quickly brought one to his mouth.
He opened his mouth to bite the strawberry but only ate half of it. While chewing, he commented, "The strawberry is good but too big. It's a hassle to eat."
Watching him chew slowly, I couldn't help but tease, "At the speed you eat, how much time are you wasting?"
"It's not about how much time, but about quality."
This left me speechless. After all, he had been the top student in Turner University's Computer Science department for three years. Whatever he said, I had to agree.
Thinking about my terrible grades, my jealousy made me want to get back at him.
Before feeding him the next strawberry, I took a bite, leaving him just the strawberry's bottom.
"See, now it's easier to eat."
I even came up with a righteous excuse.
I expected him to be disgusted by my saliva, but he just glanced at the remaining strawberry and calmly ate it.
I was so shocked that I stuttered, "You, you don't mind it's dirty?"
He looked at me like I was an idiot.