"Young Master…" Little Qiao entered through the door, sleepy-eyed. Rubbing her eyes, she placed a large plate of custard fritters on the table. "Your breakfast is here. The small-grain porridge is still boiling, and there’re no buns today, only custard fritters."
"Well, custard fritters are the sweets eaten here during festivals," Lu Sheng shut the windows tight and turned around to look at Little Qiao.
He had not seen this girl for just a few months, and yet she was growing prettier by the day. Especially her chest, which was filling up nicely. Though her dress was clearly not designed to be low-cut, it was being stretched taut by her. Looking downwards from the top, one could clearly see two fair mounds and a deep canal…
"Ahh! Young Master, you have naughty eyes!" Little Qiao pouted and covered her chest with her hand. "Qiao’er only just realized that the clothes I’ve brought with me are all too small. Recently my body’s been growing real fast…"
