Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng_2

Feng Ying hadn't realized he was continually nudging his head against her chest, practically conducting a measurement of size, dimensions, and shapes...

After his little "operation," Feng Ying curled up in Dong Xiaoyan's arms, his beautiful large eyes revealing a hint of melancholy and dejection.

After conducting his own firsthand assessment and comparing his transformed proportions to his natural form, it seemed...he simply couldn't match up to Dong Xiaoyan's grandeur, her mountainous presence.

Speaking of height, Dong Xiaoyan was quite tall among women, proudly standing at one seventy-three.

As for Feng Ying, after transforming, he barely reached one sixty...

This stark comparison made Feng Ying feel rather uncomfortable.

Why did it turn out like this?

I can be one seventy-three too!

Even one seventy-five would be fine!

Why must I be stuck at one sixty?

Feng Ying felt the malice of the universe!