'Let this be his punishment,' she thought. 'Teach this pampered Prince what happens when you don't respect the fruits of someone else's labor.'
Ashley Bowen smugly raised an eyebrow. She stole a glance at Yuri Sinclair, then twirled up another forkful of noodles. Just as she blew on it and was about to put it in her mouth, Yuri suddenly grabbed her hand.
Startled, she could only stare blankly as he guided her hand, feeding the noodles into his own mouth. With a SLURP, Yuri Sinclair devoured the very noodles she had just cooled down.
Ashley Bowen's face instantly turned pale. She quickly let go of Yuri Sinclair's hand, pulled out a tissue, and held it to his lips. "Your Highness, do you want to spit it out?"
Seeing Yuri Sinclair's pained expression, his face alternating between shades of green and white, Ashley Bowen assumed his mysophobia was acting up.
A few seconds later, Yuri Sinclair pushed the tissue away and said, "It's burning hot."
