"You're not allowed to do so." He sat by the bed and refused her at once.
She frowned. "Why?"
"You're already so skinny; if you slim down some more, won't you be just a stick figure?"
She pitifully whined, "I'll look better if I'm slimmer – more photogenic, too!"
"So what?"
Hugging her would feel painfully empty.
It was better for her to be a little chubbier, or else she would never fill his embrace.
She commented, "I think I gained some weight recently. Hmph. Say; if I gain more weight, won't I be a pig already?"
The man bluntly replied, "You don't have to wait till then; you're already as stupid as a pig."
She felt very hurt by his statement, as if tens of thousands of arrows had pierced through her heart.
The lights in the bedroom suddenly went out, and he covered the both of them with the quilt.
She was startled, unable to see anything clearly in the dark.
