Ye Feimo pinched her waist. Wen Nuan, ticklish, quickly dodged. He held her waist with both hands and said, rather meaningfully, "You really have gotten thinner. I haven't touched you in a while, and now there's nothing but bones left."
Wen Nuan: "..."
"However..." Ye Feimo's gaze drifted to her chest. His expression was calm and collected as he stated, "Just keep it at 34B; don't let that part get thin. Too small doesn't feel good."
Wen Nuan: "..."
Ye Feimo, you truly are a stud, only thinking about your own benefits.
"What's with that expression? They say when a person loses weight, their chest size also decreases. Did yours get smaller? Come here, let me feel." Ye Feimo beckoned, speaking very calmly. Wen Nuan was tearful. Hadn't you just touched it?
She couldn't help but kick him. "Do you have to be such a pervert?"
"What's perverse about a man discussing this with his own woman?" Ye Feimo retorted. "This is a basic issue, isn't it? Don't make such a fuss."
