Gu Qiaoqiao finally reacted when she heard the sound of the door closing.
For some reason, her face suddenly flushed red.
Her eyes, filled with embarrassment and annoyance, were fixed on the wooden door, yet she didn't have the courage to open it.
She instinctively looked down at her chest.
Although her clothes were loose, she knew that the curves underneath were still gracefully outlined.
Just like two ripe peaches.
Small, huh?
Worried about scaring her?
What on earth could scare her?
However, Gu Qiaoqiao suddenly froze, then she bit her lip in mortification.
If she wasn't mistaken, did it mean that?
In her previous life, although she hadn't reached thirty before her life ended, in that back kitchen dominated by middle-aged women, those ladies were always blunt, sparing no details.
Gu Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. She thought she might be overthinking it.
