Memoria Campbell felt secretly delighted in her heart; could it be that he was going to let her eat together?
She quickly took two steps forward and arrived in front of the grill.
She crouched down, watching the grilled meat sizzling lightly on the rack.
Cold Evil glanced at her from across the grill, under the red glow of the charcoal, the little girl's face was also somewhat flushed, and her eyes became even brighter.
Having just exercised, her forehead and the tip of her nose were covered in fine beads of sweat, sparkling in the firelight.
Half-squatting, hugging her knees and resting her chin gently on them, Memoria looked as obedient as a little girl.
Seeing her face full of longing, Cold Evil inexplicably wanted to tease her.
"Does it smell good?"
"Yes."
Memoria responded with a single word without thinking.
"Then... do you want some?"
