But she remained composed, still speaking sweetly as she led Ken to the kitchen.
On the kitchen floor lay several chickens with their heads separated from their bodies.
She wrapped her arms around Ken, her tone playful.
"I saw chickens in someone's yard when I went for a walk today. I thought if I bought a few, I could make soup for you every day.
"But they only sold live chickens, so I had to bring them back and do it myself. I was so scared when I found out their necks were broken and they were still running around!"
Ken rubbed her head, feeling grateful.
"Lily, you really... are very good to me. Let me do this kind of thing next time!"
I watched the tenderness in his eyes, shaking my head in pain.
With his years of experience as a forensic doctor, how could he not realize that such a strong smell of blood couldn't just come from a few chickens?
It was just that when love ran high, details were deliberately overlooked.
Lily rubbed against his chest coquettishly, speaking softly, "Wait a moment. I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."
Ken's gaze followed her until she disappeared at the top of the stairs.