"Humph, you're talking nonsense. Men are most likely to reveal their true feelings unintentionally." She was not done with him on this matter.
Dongfang Xing was a little anxious in his heart, but on the surface he was cold and chilly: "You little thing, you don't even believe what I say?"
"You don't deserve to be beaten. I don't want to see you now. Get out." Don't underestimate how stingy a woman is. No, there is an example for you to see.
Mr. Xing was silent, clenched his fists, flicked his sleeves, and walked out without even putting on his shoes. The sound of closing the door with his hands barely shook the roof.
Love, who was nervously eavesdropping on their quarrel outside the door, saw Mr.
It’s beautiful and perfect for admiring the moon.”
Dongfang Xing snorted heavily and miraculously ignored her and walked directly to the study.
Love stretched out her hand to caress her trembling heart. She was really afraid that the angry Master Xing would give her a slap in the face when he came out. But she didn't come here to eavesdrop on purpose. Who knows that the two masters like to communicate with each other through shouting?
She could clearly hear their intense communication from below. She was afraid that they would fight, so she came here to eavesdrop.
However, Love's eyes fell on Dongfang Xing's back, and she saw that he was wearing a messy nightgown and his feet were bare.
The corner of her mouth twitched, and her heart of admiration suddenly broke. This was her majestic, arrogant, and solemn male god.
Before she could recover from the broken glass in her heart, Xia Hou Huan'er's call came from inside: "Sister Fu, are you outside? Come in."
"Yes." Love calmed down and walked into the room.
Xiahou Huan'er sat on the bed with an aggrieved face. When she saw her, she was like a wronged little woman seeing her sister Tao. He pulled her and started to complain.
"Sister Fu, tell me, in what century is it now, how can there still be such domineering, feudal, and stubborn men? Look at the wedding dresses I picked. They are just ordinary low-cut dresses and the backless area is not large.
"My hair is so long that it can be covered even if I put it down. Even if he doesn't let me wear it, he still dislikes my small breasts. Do you think my breasts are small?"
Xiahou Huan'er indignantly puffed up her breasts, which seemed to have some substance. She was originally A, but she was ravaged by the beast too much, and now she has become B.
A drop of cold sweat slipped from Love's forehead. She considered it and said, "Miss, your breasts are not small anymore. When you get married and become pregnant, there will be a lot of room for development."
"You also think my breasts are not small." Xiahou Huan'er finally regained some confidence, and then her eyes fell on Love's breasts that looked like two hills. She swallowed and asked: "Sister Fu,
Please be conservative and tell me what level your breasts are."
The corners of Love's mouth twitched, feeling a little embarrassed. She was afraid that speaking out would hurt her, but her eyes were so expectant.
She thought about it for a while and then said: "Conservative? It should be D... or above." The volume after that gradually decreased.
"What? D or above?" Xiahou Huan'er was instantly confused and beaten to pieces.
A,B,C,D……
She just barely managed to reach B, while Love conservatively estimated it to be above D.
