Xingping Chuangzhen was shocked.
Thump thump!
His heartbeat accelerated.
The lethargy from just waking up was swept away by this whirlwind of spices, and he felt lively and vivacious.
It was a very familiar feeling.
Realizing this, Xingping Chuangzhen looked in the direction of the source and saw the girl quietly stirring the filling, and he exhaled, "It is Makki, as expected..."
He covered his chest with his hand, distinctly feeling the powerful surges of his heart within his ribcage.
Compared to before, Xingping Chuangzhen found that his resistance to these emotions grew weaker and weaker...
No, that was not right!
He silently shook his head.
It wasn't that his resistance was weakening, but rather that Sen Tian Makoto's method of adding spices had become more ferocious, almost otherworldly!
He looked around.
