"It's really delicious. Although it might smell a bit stinky, it actually tastes great!" she said, pushing the stinky tofu closer to him.
Qin Feimo thought the smell was really unpleasant, instinctively pulled back a little, and frowned, "How can you like something smelly?"
She paused, meeting his somewhat disdainful gaze, and decisively pulled back the stinky tofu, "I don't."
"Don't you?" He frowned, looking at her, clearly aware that the bowl of stinky tofu she was holding was indeed smelly.
She looked up, glanced at him, then stuffed the piece of tofu into her mouth, chewing as she murmured, "If that's the case, aren't you stinky too..."
Even though it was said softly, Qin Feimo still heard it, his expression froze.
Was he caught in a trap of his own making?
After a brief daze, realizing what she meant, Qin Feimo smiled, a perfect shallow arc forming on his sexy lips.
His smile made her blush and feel a bit stunned.
