"Do you really like... fat women?" Wen Wan raised an eyebrow.
Mo Siluo inadvertently looked up and met the woman's interested gaze, then casually responded with a sound, "Hmm."
"Fat? How fat?" Wen Wan was genuinely curious.
Mo Siluo's eyes suddenly darkened, he lowered his gaze, stared at the food on the table, and replied softly, "There's no standard, as long as I like them... any weight is acceptable."
"Aren't men supposed to like those hot-bodied, curvy women?" Wen Wan couldn't help but sneer inwardly, men always say the opposite of what they feel when they talk like this. Which man doesn't want his woman to be sexy and slim?
Mo Siluo stared at the woman's little face, unblinkingly.
Wen Wan felt her cheeks beginning to burn, the man's gaze was too intense. She suddenly regretted asking the question.
"Don't generalize, this... varies from person to person," Mo Siluo explained lightly: "Too thin women can't arouse a man's interest! They also aren't too comfortable to hold!"
