"What's wrong?" David Locke glanced at Mary Scott, who was quietly staring at the folic acid tablet in her hand, and instantly grew nervous. He asked in a low voice.
"Are you afraid I'll change my mind?" Mary caught the subtle emotion in David's voice, finally lifted her head, and looked him in the eye.
David's expression stiffened. "Who's afraid of you regretting? Shouldn't you be the one worrying about such things?"
Mary paused, studying his reaction, then nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm, you're right."
With that, she opened the box of folic acid tablets, read the instructions briefly, and swallowed one in a smooth and decisive motion, giving David ample face.
David watched her pop the tablet without hesitation, his mouth opening slightly, "Not bitter?"
"Sour," Mary replied earnestly.
David couldn't help but give her another glance, faintly suspecting she was mocking him.
Seeing his disbelief, Mary suddenly leaned closer and, catching him off guard, kissed him.
