"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Seeing Basil Jaak ogling a certain part of her body, Bertha was so shy she wished she could find a hole to hide in.
Basil Jaak wanted to eat her flesh, especially that flesh... What a pervert!
"Heh heh, Bertha, I'm not talking nonsense. Men are carnivores... ahem, I haven't tasted meat for a long time now, don't you think you should let me indulge a bit?"
Basil Jaak exuded the demeanor of a rascal, and as he spoke, his palm already reached out to touch Bertha's delicate little hand.
Her fingers were smooth, her skin tender, warm and comforting; Basil Jaak caressed Bertha's slender jade-like hand, drooling over the beauty of it.
Bertha shyly slapped Basil Jaak's hand and withdrew her own, casting him a glare and whispered, "You still have meat in your mouth, what do you mean you haven't had any meat for long? Someone who doesn't know might think I've been mistreating you these days, hmph!"
