Chapter 67: Do You Have Twenty Pounds of Flesh on Your Face?
Abigail felt the air around her grow colder, the atmosphere between them getting even more awkward. She lifted her head in confusion.
A pair of dark, shiny eyes filled with doubt. What had she said wrong?
Brandon Piers stared at the innocent eyes of Abigail, then looked at her chubby face that didn't match her eyes at all. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched both of her cheeks.
Then he pulled them outward.
It didn't hurt that much, but Abigail felt humiliated. Was she eating rice from his family?
"You must have twenty pounds of meat on your face, right?" Brandon watched as anger gradually rose in those peach blossom eyes, feeling his mood improve somewhat. Pinching those soft pieces of flesh, he asked quite seriously.
Abigail, "…Let go."
Fuck!
"You haven't answered my question yet," Brandon insisted, applying a bit more pressure and finding that the meat was quite elastic.
Abigail gritted her teeth, "Twenty pounds isn't enough? Probably thirty pounds."