Ellen didn't feel anyone staring at her. She stomped her feet angrily at Kenyon and said, "Why didn't you buy one yourself?"
"It smells better to eat yours." Kenyon said as he threw another piece into his mouth.
Ellen turned around and left, saying, "I'm angry."
In fact, she knew that Kenyon was concerned about her stomach, and she was just joking with Kenyon.
Ellen took a few steps forward. It was dark, so she didn't see the person in black clearly. She accidentally bumped into an extremely broad embrace.
"I'm sorry..." She blurted out the words of apology, but suddenly felt a little surprised.
This fragrance...this familiar fragrance...
Why did it smell so much like that person?
Ellen raised her head in panic, and a cold and handsome face came into view.
There was a clap of thunder in her mind, and Ellen was destroyed by the sound!
