Gu Yue's mind went blank. I've tempted that little brat so much, and he never once took the initiative. How could he have made a move on Xu Xiaoyan first? She recalled how many times she had linked arms with Zhong Shenxiu, pressed herself against him, and even deliberately worn thin clothes in front of him, yet that block of wood had remained utterly unmoved.
Leng Yulai was equally incredulous. I practically spelled it out for the young master. I hinted at it so many times, even threw myself into his arms, and he had no reaction at all. Why would he go after this flat-chested little girl first?!
Their gazes fell on Xu Xiaoyan at the same time, carefully examining her from head to toe. Her hair was pale blue, tied into two little braids behind her head, making her look like a child who had not grown up yet. Her face was delicate and lovely, undeniably beautiful, but it was the beauty of a little girl, not a woman. As for her figure...
Their eyes stopped at Xu Xiaoyan's chest.
Flat.
Xu Xiaoyan felt their stares, felt the scrutiny and doubt behind them. Her face flushed scarlet, but this time, it was not from anger—it was from shame. She planted her hands on her hips and tried her best to puff out her chest, putting on a fierce front despite lacking any real confidence. Her voice trembled slightly.
"What?! What's wrong with being small?! Brother Shenxiu likes them!"
Her voice was loud, but her confidence was obviously lacking. Her face grew redder and redder, as though steam might start rising from it. She regretted it. She regretted saying that.
What honesty and openness? How could I say something like that?!
*How am I supposed to face anyone after