She lowered her head to look at herself, cupping her modest chest with undisguised envy and a faintly sour note in her voice.
"Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, what did you two even eat growing up? Your figures are way too good. Do you have any secrets you can teach me?"
The blunt question made Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing blush all the way to their necks. Zhu Zhuqing was usually cool and aloof; she had never encountered a situation like this and did not know where to look. Xiao Wu was so embarrassed that she shrank her neck.
Ning Rongrong did not mind in the slightest and merely pursed her lips.
"We're all girls. What's there to be embarrassed about? I just think it's unfair."
As she sorted the cards in her hand, she muttered under her breath and began complaining without realizing it.
"That lousy Master seems to like curvier girls. Men are all lechers, always staring at those places. What's wrong with being a little smaller? As long as it's enough, isn't that fine? As long as the shape is pretty, why does it have to be so big? Doesn't it feel cumbersome when running?"
Zhu Zhuqing's sharp ears caught that complaint. Her ears twitched involuntarily.
Ning Rongrong's master liked curvier girls.
She blinked unconsciously, her gaze dropping to the fullness beneath the black fabric over her chest. In that regard, she was absolutely outstanding among people her age. Did that mean she actually suited that Title Douluo's preferences quite well?
The moment that thought appeared, Zhu Zhuqing felt her face burn fiercely and hurriedly tossed the ridiculous notion out of her mind.
Xiao Wu had clearly heard Ning Rongrong's complaint as well. Although she was more innocent than Ning Rongrong when it came to matters between men