Mingyue half-doubtingly closed the door to the fitting room.
It was only a moment later.
A crack appeared in the door.
Mingyue handed out the lingerie from inside and said in an almost inaudible voice, "This one is too small."
Too small?
How could that be?
When Mingyue wore the camisole earlier, Chen Fang had also taken a glance.
That size was, at most, a B.
Since she said it was small.
Chen Fang picked out a C.
This time it must fit, right?
Unexpectedly, after a while.
Mingyue handed out the lingerie again, saying it was still too small.
Still small? That's a joke, right?
Chen Fang, having no other choice, took a D cup and sent it in.
After a while, the door was pushed open a crack again.
"No way, still too small?"
Chen Fang asked.
In a shy voice, Mingyue replied, "It's not that it's too small, it's just… I don't really know how to put it on."
There's actually a woman who doesn't know how to wear a bra?
It's quite out of the ordinary.