Emily, as the protagonist of this discussion, was oblivious to everything happening on the internet. Her phone and computer couldn't connect to the network. Feeling so bored, she decided to focus her energy on cooking.
She hadn't cooked for Mr. Satan for many days. Today, she had plenty of time, so she planned to make a delicious meal for him.
While she was still engrossed in preparing the steak, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.
This embrace was all too familiar to her.
Between her breaths, she could smell the pleasant minty fragrance emanating from him, but also... a faint smell of smoke?
"You're smoking?" Emily placed the cake in the oven and waited quietly for its delicious blossoming.
"Yeah," Mr. Satan murmured softly, "I thought you'd be mad."
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