Corbin Crowley raised his eyebrows at her words, giving her a half-smile, half-smirk: "Why give it to him? Didn't he already have some last night? Obviously, all of this is mine now."
With that, he grabbed both bowls of venison and sat down at the stone table, digging in without a hint of returning anything.
Luna Sutton's mouth twitched; she was speechless inside.
Damn bastard, he actually wants to hog it all for himself?
"No way. One bowl is yours, the other is Rhys Blackwood's. He hunted that reindeer yesterday, you can't just eat it all!"
She said this while stepping forward to snatch it back.
Corbin casually lifted her out of the way, and the moment he felt the weight in his hand, he froze.
Why did it feel like the fat chick got a lot lighter?
He stared at her carefully, realizing she'd slimmed down again—her arms and legs were thinner, and now she actually had a neck.
The big round face had shrunk, and her eyes looked even bigger than yesterday.
