Jasmine's anger flared. "Plastic Face, I'm starving over here, and you're sneaking food without me!"
As she spoke, she was already scrambling off the bed. She snatched the instant noodles from the man's hands and, heedless of everything else, began to wolf them down.
The man watched her, swallowing the words he had been about to say. With cold eyes, he simply observed the naked woman devouring the instant noodles with a complete lack of decorum.
Jasmine finished the noodles and drank every last drop of the broth before setting the bowl down, satisfied.
The man frowned, his voice low. "Still hungry? There's more."
Jasmine glared back at the infuriating man. "Duh! You try skipping two meals and see how you feel!"
Jasmine strode over, devoured the other bowl of instant noodles on the table, and only then returned to the bed, completely satisfied. She rubbed her overstuffed belly, a look of pure contentment on her face.
