Little Fatty spoke clearly, without a hint of muddiness.
With its head buried in a gnaw, the man lost a chunk of flesh.
And it gnawed quickly...
I scooped up Little Fatty from the man's body into the palm of my hands, "Stop, don't eat him."
"Is it because you think he's handsome that you're tempted? But that's a dead body, your taste..." Little Fatty, good-natured as ever, didn't get angry, only looked at me with disdain, "Is he that heavy??"
I didn't mind Little Fatty's teasing, instead, I was glad for its easy-going nature, "Is he good-looking?"
Glimpsing over, the man's hood had fallen off.
A face thinly veiled by frost, well-proportioned and quite handsome, unaffected by his gaping mouth.
The thin frost covering his face made him look more like a sleeping beauty.
From the limbs revealed under the cloak, the skin was fine, and the body proportion looked good too.
All in all, he was a knockout.
A rare sight of a beautiful man.
