A Man Arrives in the Type-Moon World, Now Missing

However, she did not get to wait for the third dish. The young man, who clearly loved playing tricks, wore a smug, scheming grin.

"I've fed you for so long. As my lover, you should show some appreciation, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zihan set down his knife and spoon, then opened his mouth wide in an exaggerated manner. His slightly long canine teeth showed, making him look rather like a carnivore at first glance.

He held that pose without moving, his eyes fixed on the girl across from him, a faintly mischievous smile at the corners of his eyes.

"Zihan, honestly, you're too much."

The goddess, who had been eagerly anticipating the taste of the third dish, complained as she extended her slender, fair fingers. She picked up the spoon from the soup bowl, took a small sip to make sure it was not too hot, then scooped up another spoonful and offered it to her lover.

Under the gaze of a certain scoundrel, the thin-skinned goddess awkwardly brought the spoon to her lover's lips, just as he had done for her earlier. Then she stiffly turned her head aside, refusing to let him see her face.

"Hurry up and drink."

"Then I won't hold back." The young man, whose skin was clearly much thicker than Ereshkigal's, smiled with a trace of malicious amusement when he saw her turn away. He naturally drank the soup from the spoon in one gulp, then stuck out his tongue and casually licked the girl's soft little hand.

"Eek—!!!"

Suddenly feeling warmth on her fingers, Ereshkigal recoiled as though shocked by electricity. She hurriedly pulled her hand back, and in her haste, the spoon fell into the air.

With his extraordinary reflexes, someone swiftly reached out and caught the spoon