He had just finished eating the chicken, but she was retching. What did she mean?
Does she dislike him?
"Fuck!" Marico cursed angrily and raised his voice. Even the two men did not dare to speak more. "I've just finished eating. What do you want to vomit?"
It wasn't easy for Beryl to regain her freedom of speech. Naturally, she didn't want to confront him head-on. She said tactfully, "The rag covering my mouth is too smelly. I almost couldn't hold it back. I'm sorry."
"A rag? Smelly?"
Marico smiled, and his smile was particularly malicious. He bent down and deliberately approached her. He glanced at her red mouth and then looked at the chicken bones in his hand that had been chewed into a mess by himself. He asked, "Isn't it because I eat chicken?"
Beryl did not want to provoke him, so she forced a smile and said, "How is that possible."
"Well." Marico tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly put the chicken bone in his hand to her mouth. "In that case, I'll give you some. Don't you dislike it? Come on, eat something."
Beryl widened her eyes and watched in horror as the man brought the chicken bone to her mouth. Her lips were pressed against the bone that he had bitten. When she thought of his blackened teeth and greasy saliva, her stomach churned, and she could no longer hold it back.
Beryl turned her head and vomited crazily. This time, she vomited some bile, and her whole mouth was filled with a bitter taste.
She knew that she should restrain herself. In order to prevent him from losing his mind in anger, she should restrain herself in any case. It was just a chicken bone.
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