C138 Sudden death

At this moment, Benoit was sipping her coffee with her little mouth, and I couldn't help thinking she was kissing her coffee cup.

As soon as the word "kiss" appeared in my mind, I didn't even glance at her.

What was the taste of her lips?

Could it be the smell of ice cream? It was ice-cold, but it did not lose its sweetness. It was like cheese