You Smell So Good

Ann noticed his dissatisfaction as she put the meatballs into the pot.

She said angrily, "If you had been careful and had paid attention to the condition of your stomach, you would not have ended up like this."

Phillip didn't say anything.

He suddenly missed the time when Ann would be cautious in front of him.

While eating hotpot, Phillip secretly put his chopsticks into the spicy soup several times when Ann looked away. But she noticed it and knocked on his hand with her chopsticks.

"Wait!"

Phillip watched the slice of daikon that he had just picked up fall back into the pot. His eyes showed a rare trace of sadness.

He looked up at Ann, whose expression was serious, and said, "I just want to taste it."

As the mist rose, Ann looked at Phillip and felt a little sympathetic.

She didn't know if it was because the matter about her father made her relieved or that Phillip's expression was too gentle.

Ann had become bolder. She blinked her beautiful big eyes and said, "Beg me."