C147 The Taste of Love.

The sun was bright and beautiful. Wensel leaned against a tree trunk, his deep eyes following the beautiful figure.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before. So this was the taste of love?

"This man has a good figure. He is wearing a mask, but I don't know if he's handsome or not."

"He's indeed a good figure. Maybe he's a boy from the art school next door