Spread the Word: Jing Yuan Yuan Is on His Last Legs / If I Start Any Trouble, I'll Be on the Bottom Tonight

The frosted glass reflected Fu Xuan's petite figure.

Kiana was about to say something when she saw March 7th pull the towel covering her chest tighter, then glance at Kiana's ample bosom.

March 7th then looked toward the bathroom and muttered:

"Flat."

Fu Xuan's movements seemed to stiffen for a moment, but she did not respond to March 7th.

Instead, Kiana glanced at March 7th, wondering what gave her the confidence to mock Fu Xuan.

"Why are you looking at me? I still have room to develop."

This was Fu Xuan's home, so after washing up, Fu Xuan went straight to the wardrobe and took out a fresh set of clothes.

But Kiana and March 7th were different.

Even if Fu Xuan wanted to lend them their own clothes, they would not fit.

"Forget it, March 7th. Try mine."

Kiana took her own clothes from her inventory and handed them to March 7th. She then changed into a pair of white shorts and a white jersey herself.

The outfit did not make Kiana look boyish in the slightest. Instead, it gave her a dashing air.

Even Fu Xuan could not help taking a few extra glances.

As for March 7th...

"Kiana, there's a bit too much empty space in the chest."

The three of them fell silent.

Once the farce was over, it was time for breakfast.

Fu Xuan suddenly brought up Jing Yuan Yuan.

"Kiana, do you remember what you said before?"

"?"

Kiana tilted her head, not knowing what Fu Xuan was talking about.

Seeing Kiana's expression, Fu Xuan realized that Kiana had probably forgotten what she had said immediately after saying it, and had not cared at all about the consequences her words had caused.

"I mean what you said at dinner the night before last."

"Dinner?"