Basil Jaak walked into the hallway, turned back and smiled at Sally, "You walk so slowly, is it because they are too heavy?"
"Huh?" Sally was stunned, lifted her head to look at Basil Jaak, realizing he was staring at her chest. She blushed and quickly lowered her head.
Although her bosom sometimes made her proud, they had caused her endless trouble since childhood. Boys' heated gazes and girls' jealous stares often left Sally feeling helpless and wronged: Is having a large chest a sin?
While Sally was lost in thought, Basil Jaak asked again, "Facing how easily you get shy, you're not a newbie to the club scene, are you?"
This time, Sally blushed, but did not lower her head. Meeting Basil Jaak's eyes, she puffed out her cheeks and defiantly replied, "No, I am not!"
"Oh?" The corner of Basil Jaak's mouth lifted into a mischievous grin, making Sally shiver.
"Don't believe me?" Sally asked, glaring wide-eyed at Basil Jaak.
