When Morrison reached downstairs, sure enough, the young lady was already packing up her things, ready to leave. Her eyes were red, clearly shaken by what had just happened. Morrison stepped forward to stop her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Lilian's first reaction was to push his hand away and shout loudly, "Disgusting! So disgusting!"
The memory of what she had just seen made her stomach churn, making it impossible to eat a thing.
Morrison chuckled, "What's disgusting? A man's body is like that. Besides, my figure is way better than most men—whether it's size, muscles, or strength."
Already embarrassed, Lilian's eyes were redder now as she yelled back, "Shut up!"
"All right, all right. I won't say another word. You can go if you want, but can we at least finish the meal first?"
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Morrison softened his tone.
"Look at this spread. It'd be such a waste if we didn't eat it."
