Objectively speaking, Zhou Zhiruo was not small at all—at the very least, she was above average. It was only that the other two women were so exceptionally endowed that she seemed lacking by comparison.
Zhao Min quickly noticed Zhou Zhiruo's unusual reaction. After a moment's thought, she understood what was bothering her and scooted closer with a smile. "Sister Zhiruo, would you like me to tell you how to make your chest grow?"
"No need." Zhou Zhiruo refused crisply, her expression darkening further. Having spent so many years with Zhao Min, how could she not know what kind of person Zhao Min was?
Zhao Min glanced at her chest, a faintly teasing smile appearing on her face. "I heard that once a woman gets married, that area becomes fuller. It seems rumors cannot be fully trusted after all."
Zhou Zhiruo shot to her feet and snapped, "Zhao, are you done yet?"
"Oh my~" Zhao Min patted her chest and pretended to be frightened, hastily ducking behind Lan Fenghuang. "I didn't even say anything. Why are you so angry?"
Zhao Min was truly formidable at making barbed insinuations. Though Zhou Zhiruo knew perfectly well Zhao Min was talking about her, she had no idea how to vent her rage, and it made her feel utterly miserable.
"County Princess, women on the grasslands grow up eating beef and drinking mare's milk, so their nutrition must be better than that of other peoples. Among Han Chinese women, Sister Zhou is already quite well-endowed." Lan Fenghuang hurriedly tried to ease the tense atmosphere between them, and Zhou Zhiruo's expression gradually softened.
Zhao Min knew it was enough to tease Zhou Zhiruo a little. If she went too far and truly angered her, she would not be able to beat her. "Cult Master Lan, you