After the director and the petite artist had left, Wang Jie and Chen Qiaoqiao finally took a deep breath, as if they had done something guilty behind others' backs.
It wasn't until they walked out of the dressing room that Wang Jie suddenly realized something and hurriedly grabbed Chen Qiaoqiao's arm.
"Hey, when you were changing just now, you... you hadn't put on your clothes yet!"
"Ah, what clothes? Haven't I already put this on?"
"No, I mean the garment you wear underneath everything else."
Chen Qiaoqiao chuckled, "It's okay, it's just underwear, I can always buy another one."
"Besides, I've grown a bit recently," she added. "The one I had was getting a bit snug."
Wang Jie was stunned and didn't know how to respond to such a private matter, so he simply stayed silent and continued to follow Chen Qiaoqiao out.
Her breasts, unconfined by a bra, bounced noticeably as she walked, leaving Wang Jie feeling quite thirsty.
