Looking at Valentine's stiff back, even her hands shaking as she washed dishes, Mark Reed smiled and broke the silence: "Did you put something addictive in it?"
"No." Valentine shook her head repeatedly.
"Then why does it make people want more after they eat it?"
She replied earnestly: "I just scrambled the eggs and then added chopped tomatoes, cooking them on a low heat to bring out the juice before adding water to make soup. Once the noodles are cooked, I just add some salt, that's all, very simple, I didn't add anything else."
"Really? Why do I feel addicted after eating it, like... drugs!"
He couldn't help but lean closer, smelling the fragrance of her hair, still exactly like in his memories, soothing and sweet.
He wondered if her lips still tasted like they did in his memories.
For a moment, Mark's mind went blank, and he turned her around and domineeringly sealed her lips, leaving her no chance to resist.
Her lips were still so soft, her breath still so fragrant.
