Roxana ate her food while sulking. She was still annoyed that Damian had let her go to the trouble of cooking when he could have just bought food outside.
"Why are you sulking like that? Is the food taste bad?" asked Damian as he placed the cut roast meat onto Roxana's plate.
The roast meat on her plate was not burnt like Roxana's meat, so the beef gave off a delicious aroma that was so tantalizing. In fact, Roxana thought the food Damian had bought was delicious, but she was disappointed because she couldn't cook properly.
"It's good," Roxana replied simply.
Damian leaned on his hand, watching Roxana, who was putting the meat into her mouth. Due to the grease from the beef, Roxana's lips looked shinier and softer, so Damian had the urge to wipe her mouth.
"Eat slower." After Damian wiped Roxana's lips with his finger, he licked his own finger, making Roxana blush. "Even the oil can become sweet after touching your lips."
