Savage and Jacks—Of—All—Trades
He held a medium-sized sharp bone that looked far from any kitchen knife, and then went down slicing the meat at once.
Being the closest person to this masculine man, of course she could see how the edge of the bone-knife slowly goes on tearing motion against the flesh—at first, it looks a bit soft, slow and slow, as it is getting way more rougher, and then it slides down as if shreds carelessly.
After that, Sol Ming's eyes were unable to turn away, leaving her speechless. Just, just what the hell is that? And when she caught the man suddenly throwing out the bones as if it was useless anymore.
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