"As expected, it tastes amazing." The smile on Monica's face was beaming.
He looked at Monica's lips and the color of her lips…
"Are you reminiscing too?" Monica also noticed his gaze.
Finn quickly looked away and made himself appear cold. "I'm not like you."
"Not like me what?" Monica looked at Finn.
"So... perverted."
Monica rolled her eyes.
She had no choice but to expose that certain someone.
Finn looked at her.
"Don't think I can't feel it," Monica insisted.
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with your senses!" Finn refused to admit it.
Finn's eyes looked away. It was obvious that he did not dare to look directly at Monica. He said, "It's instinctual."
Monica could not help but laugh. "So, all men... are instinctive!"
Finn frowned, feeling that Monica was implying something.
He lowered his head. As the hospital gown was very soft, many of his movements were very obvious.
