"Do people in your era all care so much about that size?" Qiu Wuji asked, puzzled. "I see people chatting online, and they seem very enthusiastic about it too."
Chu Ge was equally puzzled. "Do you think it's too lewd? But dirty old men in ancient times loved commenting on these things too. They even openly wrote poems about them. That shouldn't surprise you..."
"But girls never seemed to care. Even if they did, it was about being able to bear and nurse children," Qiu Wuji said. "Yet girls nowadays seem to care so much. You even said your editor would remember it for the rest of her life. I've seen Mengmeng discussing breast-enhancement tips with people several times, looking utterly woeful. How strange. She isn't doing it to nurse children, so what is there to care about? Is it just for men to look at?"
Chu Ge instinctively stole a glance at her size. "Exactly. It's for men to look at."
Expressionless, Qiu Wuji planted a hand on his face and pushed it aside. "But when someone actually looks, they get angry. If it were me, I'd gouge that lecher's eyes out! Then what's the point of going to all that trouble to make them bigger? Isn't that contradictory?"
"You spent all that time pondering something this philosophical?" Chu Ge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His eyes darted about, and he gave a dry cough. "Of course outsiders can't just look. Presumably Zhu Mengmeng wants the person she likes to see her at her most beautiful. That's why she cares... So you..."
"Drop dead! Do you think I'm some easily fooled little girl?" Qiu Wuji grabbed a pillow and pressed it into his face, then stalked out toward her room. "I'm going back to my room. Go