Getting Along

Mason gnawed for a while, glanced at Daisy secretly and said slowly, "Are you really not eating? The taste is really good!"

Daisy looked into the sky's eyes, slowly moved to Mason's serious face, and immediately looked at Mason's pheasant, which had been gnawed by nearly half. His flawless white face touched a shallow flush, and Mason said angrily, "Eat it."

Mason's body was stunned and his eyes were fixed on Daisy's flush. After a moment's stunning, he said shyly, "You eat here, I didn't chew here!"

Soon, Mason handed the pheasant over again.

Daisy stayed, originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Mason's serious face, his heart somehow felt sorry for it. He had to take over the pheasant. After seeing the back of the bone that Mason had gnawed and the neck that he had bitten a few times, he turned over helplessly, looked at the abdomen that he had gnawed only a little, and took another thin bite.