The aloof young woman, who always carried herself like a cold spirit, now had both hands occupied with a fish each, tearing into them like someone being chased by wolves. Her pale cheeks puffed slightly as she chewed with determination, faint streaks of oil glistening across her lips and chin. The sight made her look less like a cold untouchable beauty and more like a small woodland creature—messy, fierce, yet inexplicably… cute.
Zaki Lee was dumbfounded. She looked like a wild cat, protecting her catch and eating with abandon. But why did he still find her elegant? The contradiction made no sense, and yet, there it was—the strange charm of the girl who never seemed to care about appearances.
Suppressing a sigh, he reached toward the two remaining fish. His fingers brushed against empty
