I sat on the bed first, looking at the little bottle of oil still in my hand. The faint smell of strawberry clung to my fingers, and I wondered if this was actually what I smelled like once again.
Ah, to think my scent was… strawberry.
I mean, this was so fragrant, soft, sun-warmed, and sweet. Was this why they couldn't stop biting my neck whenever we were doing something?
Oh... a little gasp escaped my lips... It makes sense now. It's so sweet that even I want to lick it, but I know it's not edible, so I'll restrain myself.
The mystery of why my masters like licking and biting my neck had been resolved, but that was it.
Apparently, I'm dessert.
Strawberries.
I handed the oil to Min-Cheol and then laid on my belly with my hands stretched ahead of me.
It felt oddly embarrassing, like being told your handwriting looks childish or that your voice is softer than your appearance.
