There was a sweet dessert-like taste beneath her lips, and Ben Shaming couldn't help but let out a sigh from deep within.
Even he didn't know exactly what emotions that sigh carried. Was it satisfaction, melancholy, or perhaps—self-reproach, helplessness?
Only her taste was just as he remembered it, instantly satisfying his cravings and fulfilling his imagination...
How could he possibly explain that his inexplicable tantrum in the photography studio was triggered by the sweet aroma filling the room? Drawn by that scent, his mind couldn't help but drift to thoughts of a person, to her lips... At that time, he desperately tried to escape, tried to control himself, but ultimately he was defeated by the pervasive aroma.
He became increasingly anxious and irritable due to the sudden and vivid longing in that moment.
The unnecessary argument was merely a pretext for him to find a chance to temporarily escape the aroma.
