"How mature?"

"Seventy percent."

Ayara's cooking skills are pretty good.

Thanks to his experience in a certain world, he has some experience in cooking.

But he probably never dreamed that his experience would one day be used to make "fried pork chops."

Hannibal is me?

"You ordered seven ripe."

Ayara brought the dinner plate to the table and poured a cup of coffee.

Aite's appetite has increased a lot recently. He can't remember the day from which he began to eat meat at least once every two days. He has also become a chef inexplicably.

(Generally speaking, a ghoul can survive for two months by eating one meal of meat)

"Human beings have many tricks."

Aite didn't know whether he was mocking or praising.

But what is certain is that Ayara's cooking skills are indeed good.

"The fried steak looks like rotten shrimps and maggots fermented in a blender for an hour. The burgers and Western food taste like chewing wax. The smell can make people sick for a lifetime,"

"Those things in the cake shop look gorgeous, but the pig's internal organs soaked in feces and urine for two years are not as delicious as it."

Aite didn't know what he thought of, and he complained endlessly.

"Miss,"

"Can we not talk about this while we eat?"

Ayano couldn't help but say.

Not to mention that this metaphor is outrageous, but have you really eaten those things?

Although Aite has the identity of a human writer like Izumi Takatsuki, he rarely appears in front of the public.

Most of the time, she doesn't need to mingle in the human world.

Therefore, there is no need to force yourself to eat those disgusting foods as a disguise.

"I know what you're thinking."

Aite glanced at Lingluo.

"I tried human food at first out of curiosity,"

"I swear I will never forget that taste."

Aite snorted coldly.

"Eat it first, it won't be good after it cools down."

...

evening.

The sky outside the window darkened.

The clouds separated piece by piece, dyed blood red by the setting sun.

"My lovely defective, your parents failed to raise you successfully."

Aya Luo whispered.

"What are you doing reading these words?"

Aite turned his head from the computer desk.

"When Takatsuki-sensei wrote these, it was not for the sake of the article, but for himself, right?"

Ayaluo said.

"What do you know?"

The girl raised her eyebrows.

Turning the pen in his hand, he stared at the young man curiously.

"What kind of person does Miss Att think she is?"

Ayano asked rhetorically.

"What do you think I am?"

"Attention, I am a ghoul."

Aite deliberately emphasized this point.

"I live alone, but my room is always a mess,"

"Living very lonely."

Ayara briefly summarized.

"Lonely?"

"I know a lot of people."

Aite answered subconsciously.

A few years ago, she actually didn't live alone.

But the person who raised her is dead.

"Is it."

Ayara smiled inexplicably and stopped talking about this boring topic.

"What does Miss Att think of me?"

Ayano asked back.

"A social worm who relies on his uncle's relationship to make a living, a rebellious scum who has committed unforgivable crimes in human civilization,"

"Better to be shot for ten minutes."

Aite commented unceremoniously and said with a smile.

On the outside he looks like a harmless green algae head, but on the inside he is a sinister and murderous bastard.

Aya Luo is the first creature to talk to her so much.

Including humans and ghouls.

Probably, and the only one.

"You are really straightforward."

Ayara curled her lips.

"By the way, the guy who was killed by Miss Mei that day,"

"Do you know Aya-kun?"

Aite suddenly asked.

That rainy day, she saw something unusual in this young man's eyes for the first time.

She had felt many emotions before, but this was the first time she had seen that look.

"Miss Qian Huixue?"

"I've met him maybe twice, and it's just like a stranger chatting with me,"

"But in that naive guy's heart, maybe he regards me as a friend or something?"

Ayara felt a little ridiculous when she thought about it.

I don’t know whether to laugh at myself, the unfortunate girl, or the miserable god of fate.

"That day you..."

What does Aite want to continue asking?

Perhaps she didn't realize that she actually cared so much about what a human being was thinking.

And he's a loser.

"I'm normal, not sad or sad,"

"Besides, I have always only had Miss Aite in my heart, and there is no room for a second woman."

Ayara answered seriously and grabbed her hands.

"Yeah?"

"Then I have to taste you."

Aite squinted her eyes, her face showing no emotional fluctuations, and no one knew what she was thinking.
To be continued...