When L heard "good stuff," she instinctively nced at Sylvester''s hands, which were empty. She pouted, "You said ''good stuff,'' but there''s nothing there."


    A neatly dressed store clerk, wearing white gloves and a mask, handed over a freshly made chocte bar. "Your chocte bar is ready."


    Sylvester took it, holding the chocte bar in his hand. He looked down at L and smiled. "Good stuff is best enjoyed at night."


    L ignored him, grabbed his arm with both hands, and took a bite of the chocte bar. It was so sweet and she loved it very much. Modern human civilization''s food was so tasty.


    In The Immortal Man, she couldn''t eat anything; her bodily functions were sustained only through intravenous fluids. Unless it was for an experiment, they would only give her extremely bitter medicinal liquid.


    As L ate, a thought suddenly shed through her mind. ''Medicinal liquid! The extremely bitter, pitch-ck medicinal liquid. That taste was from the Pliar country. Robert! It really is you, isn''t it?''


    L chewed on the chocte bar, her hand trembling slightly, a look of pain shing in her eyes. Sylvester noticed and immediately panicked.


    He pulled L into his arms, gently patting her back with hisrge left hand, soothing her. "What''s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"


    L hugged Sylvester, burying her face in his chest, and shook her head. "No, it''s just that the chocte bar is so delicious. I''ve never had it before." As she spoke, L tried to calm herself down, then pulled Sylvester''s hand holding the chocte bar down and took another bite, chewing slowly.


    The two of them snuggled together, the tall and handsome man and the lively and stunning girl making a perfect match. Shoppers in the mall turned to look, casting admiring nces.


    Seeing that L seemed fine, Sylvester stroked the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you really okay?"


    L, chewing on the chocte bar, looked up at Sylvester, the pain in her eyes gone, her cheeks puffed out from chewing. "I just think it''s so delicious. I want to eat it every day."


    She loved everything beautiful and full of sunshine in this world, for those were the things she once lost. Including Sylvester, she wanted to "devour" him!


    Sylvesterughed. "Is it really that tasty?" It was just a dessert.


    L pushed Sylvester''s hand. "You try it." She loved to share.


    Sylvester, not fond of sweet things, frowned. "You enjoy it."


    Seeing Sylvester refuse, L held onto his hand and took another bite of the chocte bar. If he wouldn''t eat it, she would. But in the next second, Sylvester''s tongue flicked out and took the chocte bar from her mouth. "There are plenty of chocte bars. Why did you eat it from my mouth?" L was very shocked. So embarrassing! There were so many people around. After saying that, she buried her head in Sylvester''s chest, her face red. Sylvester chewed on the chocte bar, nced down at L''s small head, smiled mischievously, and said in a roguish tone, "It''s better this way."


    Passersby looked over andughed, casting nces at the two. L lifted her head from Sylvester''s chest, saw those unfamiliar faces, and pulled Sylvester away, running off.