The takeout was almost here?
Su Qiao's listless spirits perked up considerably.
Her stomach was actually hurting badly, and her vision had even begun to darken.
She was hungry.
She had no idea how long the original owner's body had gone without eating.
"Wait, how much weight have I lost?"
Although she wasn't worried about failing to lose weight, Su Qiao still cared quite a bit about her figure.
Being too fat wasn't just something she was unaccustomed to—it would also reduce her mobility.
For example, if she ran into a few hooligans, she wouldn't even be able to run. How would she fight them?
Could she use her two hundred or so pounds of fat to sit on them and crush them to death?
How damaging to her image would that be!
You're 198 jin now, and 1.72 meters tall. You've grown two centimeters, which is cause for celebration. As long as you keep working hard, you'll definitely have an S-shaped figure. Keep it up!
This was also 444's first time seeing such a fat host. However, as a system that understood human relations and had high emotional intelligence, it would never mock her.
"...Why am I still 198?"
Su Qiao was somewhat dumbfounded.
She pinched the fat on her stomach.
There had been three or four layers, but they had already become two. It seemed she had lost quite a bit of flesh.
Be satisfied. You dropped that much weight all at once, and I've already done my best. At least your eyes aren't just slits anymore.
Su Qiao touched her eyes, which were still barely any larger than mung beans, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
All right.
Maybe she shouldn't be so unsatisfied.
"Do you know his identity?"
I don't. The original owner's memories contain