Sophia felt a bit uneasy under his gaze and lowered her voice awkwardly, saying, "You just had hot porridge, so you can't eat cold desserts. Eating it this way is just right!"
Of course, once he ate it, he would realize just how unique this tiramisu was!
"Does it taste good?"
Sophia watched intently as he scooped up a spoonful of tiramisu and put it into his mouth, carefully observing his expression.
She had seen him eat spicy food before. His usually stern face would turn red from holding back the heat, a fine layer of sweat would form on his forehead, and he would cover his mouth before running off to find cold water to rinse his mouth.
Sophia was reluctant to admit it, but in those moments, he looked a bit comical, a little helpless like a child—yet it was also somewhat endearing.
"Mm, it's quite good."
