Rhys Blackwood's eyes flashed with amusement, his lips slightly curled up, but his tone remained icy cold: "Oh? The things a couple should do? What do you mean?"
Luna Sutton's face turned red, how could this man be so oblivious? She's said so much already, does he really need her to spell it out?
Whether genuinely clueless or intentionally making her say it.
Her face got redder, as red as if bleeding, adding an extra touch of allure.
Rhys Blackwood took it all in, his gaze deepening, his throat rolling.
On the verge of speaking.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" erupted.
The hot pot in front of them exploded instantly, shattering into pieces, with scalding soup and food splattering everywhere.
"Whoa crap, holy—, how does eating hot pot turn into an explosion right here?"
Luna Sutton jumped up instantly in fright, instinctively stepping back.
If she really got burned, or hit by shards, the pain would be unbearable, probably even blistering.
