She moved on her instinct.
Her lips touched his once again and at this time, she had grown more familiar with the scent of sandalwood laced with slight coldness emanated from his body, even subconsciously took a liking to it. His lips felt a little cold and soft, just like the jelly that he had once fed her.
Her tongue darted out and licked him carefully as if trying to savor a delicate cuisine.
It all completed within less than five seconds, even if he wanted to do something more, when he snapped out of his daze, everything had ended.
He pursed his lips into thin line, his eyes staring at her deeply.
She hadn't realized the look of the man in front of her, even innocently licking her lips and clicked her tongue. "Not sweet at all. Not delicious." Honestly, she was a bit disappointed, the feel of kissing was just so-so.
"Oh?" A certain someone's face darkened instantly.
"En." She nodded. "The texture is the same, but yours is tasteless."
