Chapter 67: Do You Have Twenty Pounds of Flesh on Your Face?

Abigail felt the air around her getting colder, the atmosphere between them growing tense. Her head rose in confusion.

In her bright, black, peach blossom-like eyes, there was nothing but bewilderment. Had she said something wrong?

Brandon Piers stared at Abigail's innocent eyes, then at her chubby face that totally contrasted with them, before suddenly reaching out to pinch her rosy cheeks.

Then he began to pull outward.

It wasn't exactly painful for Abigail, but she felt humiliated. Was she fat because of his rice?

"Is there about 44 pounds of flesh on your face?" Looking at the rising anger in those peach blossom eyes, Brandon Piers felt his mood improve slightly. Holding the two soft mounds of her cheeks, he asked quite seriously.

Abigail, "...Let go."

Fuck!

"You have not answered my question yet." Brandon Piers insisted, applying a bit more pressure to her cheeks, finding them quite resilient.