Noan swore continuously in his mind.
"Goddamn it! Are you crazy? Why put your sweat into the tea?"
Your so-called refined pleasure?
"Delicious. Hahahaha… hahahaha…" Isabell laughed loudly upon seeing Noan's face as if he had just eaten ten hot peppers.
He was both angry and uncomfortable, yet also worried.
He had just drunk tea with her sweat, but it tasted so good. Could he really be a pervert too?
But he shook his head, immediately dismissing that thought. He wasn't a pervert; he was just concerned that Isabell's sweat seemed to have something strange about it.
After all, this was a strange world that blended advanced technology with magic, so it was normal for someone to possess some bizarre ability.
"Don't worry, my sweat isn't poisonous, it just makes you remember the taste of my body."
Hearing Isabell's words, Noan frowned, feeling confused.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by remembering the taste of your body?" Noan asked, frowning.
