Aon didn't expect that the zombie would want to be his model!
Is he so charming that even a zombie wanted to be his muse?
Melan, the real muse and Aon's designated model, instantly felt as if someone was snatching the meat in his mouth, even daring to intrude into his territory.
If Melan was a cat, his whole fur would have exploded.
"Wait, wait wait, I'm this guy's model. You can't me his model even if you want to— "
Before Melan could save his job and prevent himself from being unemployed, Aon had already nodded as fast as lightning.
"Okay, okay, that's interesting! I'll take a picture of you and even style you carefully, but you have to help me do a few things, how is it?"
The zombie guy immediately looked at Aon as if he was his reborn parent.
Oh, shortie! You're such a good human being!
It's his fault that he attacked this shortie, thinking that it's such good food.
No, this one isn't food.
It's his boss!
