Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Allyce picked up the remote control and changed the channel, somehow switching to a channel that broadcast a food programme.

At the top, the practice of a fish with spring onions, without chilli, was mentioned.

Allyce was so engrossed in watching him that there was a loud noise in the hall.

Allyce turned her head to see Severo approaching with his jacket in his hands.

“You’re back.” Allyce narrowed her eyes and smiled as she looked at him.

Severo had his jacket in the crook of his arm, walked towards her with a calm face, approached her and turned his head to look at the television screen.

Then, in a loud voice, he asked her: “Do you want to eat this?

“No, no.” Allyce held the remote control in her hand and blinked, actually a little curious about cooking all of a sudden.

Severo stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly leaned over, rested his hands on the edge of the sofa and licked his lips, with a very soft volume: “Wait.

He left his jacket on the sofa, turned around and headed for the kitchen.

Allyce touched her lips, her cheeks slightly red, he always seemed to have a natural and accustomed look when he made intimate movements towards her.

Turning his head to look behind him, he wondered: “Waiting?

What are you waiting for?

When it was time to eat, she understood what Severo meant by waiting, that is, waiting for him to cook that dish for her.

Allyce picked up her chopsticks, her eyes fell on the fish covered in tiny wedges of green onion, and her heart filled with excitement.

Except for her father, no one had treated her better than Severo.

“Ready to eat with your mind?”

Severo saw her hesitate to move the chopsticks, raised his eyes to look at her, picked up the fish bones for her and put a piece of fish in the bowl.

From the moment he spoke until he put the fish in his bowl, Severo’s face had no special expression.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Allyce lowered her head a little, as she put the fish he put on the platter into her mouth, while saying to follow up on his previous question, saying good-naturedly, “Next time you can try cooking with your mind.”

The fish was soft and tender, not fishy at all, no chilli, but she, who has always been a spicy person, found it very good to eat.

Allyce finished eating and went back to sticking her chopsticks in.

Severo sniffed, raised his eyebrows, his voice suddenly dropping a few points: “I may not be able to cook with my mind, but …”.

He said here suddenly paused, unknown Allyce looked at him: “Ah?”

“I can use my mind to raise the temperature.” Severo’s gaze fixed on her, his eyes deepening.

Allyce looked at him, obviously not believing his words.

Severo just smiled a tall, inscrutable smile, not giving it any thought.

…

After eating, Allyce pushed him upstairs, leaving him to shower while she cleaned up the dinner dishes downstairs.