"You make the call," Wyatt Perry said as he wrapped his arms around Claudia Ross's waist, feeling that after this disaster, her body had become even lighter.
He couldn't wait to fatten her up into a big chubby girl; other people wanted to lose weight and couldn't, but she wanted to gain weight and couldn't.
Being thin isn't necessarily good, what's most important is being healthy.
During this time, her complexion had always looked terrible; taking medicine every day, she had become a medicated jar.
Wyatt's fingertips gently swept across Claudia's pale cheeks, which now looked even more like a peeled egg, porcelain and smooth, without a single pore visible, not even the slightest red blood vessel.
He watched her, touched her, as if she were an invaluable and priceless treasure.
