"It's nothing, you're just adorable," Chen Yuan said with a laugh.
Then, Xia Xinyu pursed her lips, uncertain what to say. It took her a while before she finally spoke: "I blew my hair."
"Mhm."
Chen Yuan continued to play with his cellphone.
Xia Xinyu, sitting in front of the desk, had turned her head slightly while drying her hair to observe the impassive Chen Yuan, always feeling a bit discontented.
Whether intentionally or not, she had indeed skirted the line, yet Chen Yuan's calm demeanor left her feeling a little defeated.
Was he really not even a tiny bit excited about it?
Could it be that...
Xia Xinyu lowered her head to look at her modest bust and suddenly had an unhealthy suspicion.
I'm normal among my peers, not too frail. Does he prefer someone... fuller?
Thinking about the risqué videos he secretly watched, weren't all the women in those clips exceptionally well-shaped, with sexy figures?!
Which meant he liked me, but was somewhat indifferent about my body...
