Leng Youchen gazed at her steadily for a while, holding her hand, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes as he said, "Waking up at this hour, you must be hungry. I asked the kitchen to stew papaya with bird's nest for you, go have some."
"..." Wei Anning stared at him, her face flushing with a rush of blood, and before she could think it through, she blurted out, "Leng Youchen, do you think my chest is too small?"
No sooner had she asked the question than she saw the man trying to suppress his smile, and she instantly regretted it so much that she felt green in the guts.
Leng Youchen's gaze swept over her chest like an X-ray, teasingly saying, "How could that be? Not small."
"..." Alright, asking him that question was just humiliating herself beyond discussion.
"Come on, don't be so down. Eat more papaya stewed with bird's nest. If that doesn't work, I can help you massage it. It's said that massaging can promote development."
