Naruhina Lemon Hard 소설 & 이야기

Nara said with a beaming smile. Lucy remembered that Nara had mentioned her hometown was known for their special jelly. She took a bite, and it was indeed delicious, with a smooth texture that even high-end Michelin restaurants could not match. She quickly finished the entire thing but still felt hungry, longing for the crispy shrimp Nara had been making for her every day over the past few days. “Nara, is there any of yesterday morning’s crispy shrimp left in the fridge?” Lucy asked as she looked at Nara, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Dave looked at me and started grinding from hear to hear and I wondered why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Damion said he'd get me the lemon. We finished at the restaurant and left. We stopped at a mall to get some lemons and when Damion handed them over to me I couldn't stop smiling. I would have started eating them right inside the car but he stopped me and said I should until we got home, so a maid could wash and slice them for me.

He had fresh fruits with him and he went to the sink and washed it. "I'm sorry about Leon. But you can punch him anytime if he does something crazy." "I can handle myself, Bull. You don't have to treat me like a baby." He only smiled. "We have lime and lemons. It's good for healing wounds. It'll also give you healthy skin." He started slicing the oranges and lemons and squeezed them. Then, he mixed it with a few more fruits and gave it to her. She accepted it and looked up at him. "Thank you."

It was enough to make her feel depressed. Pierre brought over his homemade lemon wine, pouring it out for both of them. The pale golden liquid looked beautiful in the evening sunset. Only then did she learn that this place was famous for its lemons. It was a world-renowned lemon town. After the chatty Pierre was called away by other customers, Marisol picked up her wine glass and sniffed lightly. The aroma was rich, and when she tasted it, she found it was a sweet wine with a very refreshing flavor.

“How sweet is your strawberry lemon tea?” Nathan thought for a second before answering; “It’s sweet but not over baring.” “Can we get one glass of that, please?” Havana asked. “Did you want anything specific, hun?” Nadia asked her mate. He shook his head and sipped the water in front of him. “I’ll have the strawberry lemon tea as well.” Nathan wrote down their drinks and nodded, waiting for three more orders. “Oh, that’s all. We’re sharing the drinks, thank you.” Nadia said.

Adora closed her eyes, breathing in deeply with the lemon pressed to her nose, savoring the sharp tang of citric acid that seemed to clear her head and settle her stomach. It felt wonderful. Louis turned just in time to see her, half amused and half exasperated. “Do you know what you look like right now?” “Like I’m smoking opium—one of the really strong kinds…” Adora exhaled with a laugh, then explained, “Sherry told me about this trick, and it works! Yesterday I read on a pregnancy forum that some women crave the smell of car exhaust. I tried it—it didn’t work. But lemon? I love it.”

Ivan and Leo stood parallel on the last three steps of the stairs with a long sigh on his face. Instead of responding, Maxim took the lead and shouted, "Let's grab some gelato!" as he walked towards the exit. "S.O.S!" exclaimed Ivan and Leo, exchanging apprehensive glances as they lined up Maxim and made their way through the park to the motorbike parking area. They know gelato is the only dessert Maxim usually eats whenever he wants to calm down. And the only restaurant that sells gelato with choco mint flavor, only on the border between the three residential areas; Black George, White George, and Red George.

The one-year-old child had just started speaking, and her words were unclear, but she was calling out for her mother. Mable, who had not been able to breastfeed due to health issues during her pregnancy, had been feeding Lemon formula from birth. She prepared the formula, testing its temperature with a drop on her hand, and then offered the bottle to her daughter. Lemon held the bottle with both hands and happily enjoyed her meal. When Mable was pregnant with Lemon, her taste buds had changed. She had developed a fondness for sour foods, drinking lemon juice almost daily. So, even before the child was born, Mable had given her the nickname "Little Lemon."

"What are you talking about? I don't get it." Nina sneered. "I admit defeat this time, but just wait!" She pivoted and strode off instantly. Larissa rolled her eyes. She could tell that Nina probably stayed up the entire night to fix the discrepancies on her accounts. She quipped, "Nina, you look like a mess! I'll send you a few boxes of Goodbye Stress Gummies later!" Fury rushed through Nina like a tidal wave. She was well aware that those gummies were for women in their menopause!

She ordered the women. The woman sat Mia down in front of the mirror. One of them grabbed some concealer, placing some on her face. She started to flinch every time she came close with the makeup brush. The lady gave her a disgusting look. Mia stared at her and pulled her lips to the side. Took a big breath and closing her eyes she sat sit until they finished her make-up. An all-natural look. A little bit of blush. Her eyes with brown and gold eyeshadow.