Of course, he had to try it. Not to mention man man, Lilian also couldn't control the primitive force in her body. The more she smelled the mung bean cake, the more fragrant it was.
It wasn't intense, but it was hard to ignore. It was ethereal, and even if it didn't occupy the main character's position, it was still a heavy supporting role.
Without waiting to pick up the chopsticks, Lilian picked it up with her hands. Her hands were white and slender, and her nails were painted with bright red nail polish, making her fingers look even whiter and more delicate. The light yellow mung bean cake and her white fingers contrasted with each other in a very bright color.
Lilian knew that there was no point in comparison. When she ate the mung bean cake previously, she held it with her hand. It felt slightly dry and wasn't very comfortable, unlike the warm and smooth feeling now.
