Burning Passion: Love Never Die

It was sodden, dripping dashi broth back into the bowl. As he got closer, he could see the bowl full of boiled eggs, daikon, and konjac on a bed of ramen noodles. Oden. She was shaking from the cold. Anxious to eat something to warm herself, she blew onto the food to cool it off as she repeatedly pulled her coat closer to her.

Either she was too cold or she was too hungry, she didn’t wait for long enough before she put a piece of steaming fish tofu into her mouth.

So it wasn’t surprising that her tongue got burned and she chewed in a hurry while covering her mouth.

After swallowing the fish tofu, she sipped some soup and let out a long sigh. Then she put her chopsticks in to grab another bite.

Yet before she could put the food in her mouth, someone held her wrist and pushed the oden away from her.

She looked up and saw Wesley, standing next to her with a grim face and tightened Lips. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He was only wearing sweats. ‘It’s so cold outside, and he didn’t bundle up. Is he looking for me? Did he leave in a hurry? Was he worried?”

“Why… why are you here?” asked Blair. The grimness on his face scared her a little.

He grabbed her frigid right hand without answering and pulled her to her feet.

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He was going to lead her out of the snack bar.

“Hey, I’m not done yet.”

Wesley Looked back at the steaming oden. He Let go of her, picked up the bowl and poured all of it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk while he chewed it up and swallowed it all.

“Now you’re done,” he said.

Blair gaped at him. ‘He ate from the same bowl as me. It’s like a second-hand kiss. Haha.’

In the end, he even ate all the soup. After that, he showed her the empty disposable paper bowl, threw it into the bin and held her wrist, leading her out of the shop.

“There’s a meal waiting for you at home, you know. Why did you eat my food?” she asked pitifully. That snack bar was locally famous, the food fantastic. She loved it, but had been too busy preparing for exams to come here. So she finally made it here today. However, she had only taken a single bite, and he ate the rest.

He didn’t even Let her have any soup.

Wesley meant to reply, but noticing she was only wearing a thin coat, he quickened his pace.

Blair had to jog to keep up with him.

“Wait up. Let go of me. I want to walk on my own.”

However, Wesley didn’t stop. He led her into the building, stilt holding her wrist.

When they were waiting for the elevator, Blair leaned on the wall, panting. It was only then that Wesley spoke.

“I invited you over to have dinner, not to cook.”

Hearing this, somehow, she stopped. She massaged her aching wrist.

“Oh,” she responded.