Christopher Moore shed his usual cold demeanor, even swapping out his suit for casual wear. His sudden transformation into a warm domestic type caught Ruby off guard.
Watching the man clad in a white T-shirt, his well-defined muscles seemed to be outlined vividly.
Wow! Truly a prime specimen; if he were a playboy, who knows how many women would be swooned by his suit pants.
Christopher brought out the soup and even took the initiative to serve Ruby a bowl, "Drink more, you're too skinny!"
"I'm not skinny, my figure is well-proportioned, alright!"
Indeed, Ruby's figure isn't excessively thin like a "skinny skeleton"; she's neither too fleshy nor too slender, with just the right amount of curves where needed.
"I think it's too skinny, not healthy." A woman like her should eat more, gain a little weight—it's cozier to hold her.
"You're the one who's unhealthy, I don't care what you think, it's what I think that matters," Ruby retorted while enjoying the soup.
