Scarlett Yates' goosebumps appeared again.
The blush on her face had just faded, only to reappear, like bright peach blossoms blooming on her face.
Her face was crimson, and there was a hint of anger in her dark eyes. She bit her lip and growled softly, "Matthew Saxon, can you... can you not make such disgusting sounds in my ear."
Can she still enjoy this meal?
"Scarlett, I've heard many women describe my voice. Some say it's sexy, some say it's full of magnetism, and some say it's as rich and elegant as a violin. But so far, you're the only one who says my voice is disgusting."
"Considering you often say the opposite of what you mean, I'll just take this as you also find my voice very pleasant and charming."
Scarlett Yates: "..."
A spoonful of shrimp was brought to Scarlett's lips.
