When Loving You Became My Sweetest Destruction
Rather than being rotten, it had an excessively fresh and fishy taste that diminished Mitch's appetite.
"No, it's not really spoiled. I think it just doesn't suit my taste."
Mitch hurriedly ate another bite of salad. This time, he chose a part without dressing, and instead of the unpleasant taste from before, he tasted the familiar refreshing salad flavor.
"Ah. It's the dressing I don't like."
"Switch with mine."
Douglass, who hadn't mixed his salad yet, offered his plate. Though Mitch considered refusing, not wanting to experience that indescribably terrible taste again, he quietly exchanged plates.
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