"Later, Aslan… you're not hungry? I'm very hungry and want to eat first," Rosie answered and heated up the food again because it was already cold.
Aslan walked sluggishly towards the dining table.
"Where are your clothes?" Rosie asked confusedly because Aslan was so casually walking around the house without clothes.
"No, I don't have any other clothes. It's still wet and hasn't been washed yet," he answered.
Rosie frowned, and the man pulled her by the waist to sit on his lap. Rosie rolled her eyes as she could feel Aslan's hard penis right under her buttocks. Luckily, there was a tunic separating them. If not, maybe Aslan would have fucked her in the dining chair too.
"Aslan, don't you remember something?" Rosie asked while cutting the fish for her to eat. Aslan just waited.
"Hmm? What?"