Chapter 65: The Little Thing Is Fragile

Why was the little thing so thin?

She was really skinny.

He could even feel the bones of her body clearly.

Her slender waist could be held completely with just one palm of his hand. It seemed that he could break her waist with very little effort.

An angry gleam flickered in Hunter's eyes and he asked coldly. "What do you usually eat?"

How could she be so thin?

Claire said impatiently, "It's none of your business."

With that, she kicked the man's knee and took the opportunity to break free. She turned around, and rushed into the hospital.

On the way back.

Hunter was holding his forehead. His face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the car was dreary, almost suffocating.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Soon, a young man's hoarse and sleepy voice came from the other end. "Hunter? I'm sleeping…"

Hunter roared. "Sleep, sleep, are you a pig?!"

Derek was awakened instantly.

Oh my god…