The aroma was truly too stimulating, both domineering and elusive, as if it had hooked He Qing and she couldn't stop herself. She tiptoed toward the kitchen, afraid that any rash movement might disturb this sensation.
Yet the closer she got to the kitchen, the more something felt off.
Initially, the aroma was incredibly enticing, but the closer He Qing got to the kitchen, the more stifled she felt. It was as if a wave of acid churned from the pit of her stomach, making her chest tight and forcing her to take deep breaths to suppress the sudden feeling of nausea.
But this was clearly just seeking relief through further distress.
The closer her body got to the kitchen, the more alluring the aroma became, and the more intense the fragrance, the worse she felt. It was as if she had been split in two, one side drawn by the drool-worthy scent and the other being provoked by the overpowering stench to the point of wanting to vomit, making her feel increasingly uncomfortable.
