Chen Bin started to operate with Wen Xinyue's hand in his, cooking and adding ingredients, the atmosphere becoming increasingly ambiguous.
Wen Xinyue's face and neck had already turned red, she spoke softly, "I didn't expect you to be able to cook, I was actually looking forward to showing off my culinary skills in front of you."
Chen Bin laughed, "Everyone has their own flavor, I really like yours too."
Wen Xinyue paused, then whispered, "My flavor? What flavor?"
Chen Bin answered with delight, "Of course it's the flavor of the food, but I also like the scent on you, it's that fresh and artsy kind, like the kind I used to smell on female classmates when I was younger."
"Pfft!" Wen Xinyue giggled softly, "What are you talking about? I'm already thirty-four, an old woman, how could I possibly smell like a young girl?"
