This was the seventeenth time I’d run into my roommate Cheng Yuming’s girlfriend on my way downstairs.
As was her habit, she pulled a plump orange from her bag and offered it to me, her eyes curving into a gentle, sweet smile.
I didn’t take it. I simply called her name. “Jiang Tingyu.”
“Yes?”
“Try a different fruit,” I said, my voice flat. “Oranges cause too much internal heat.”