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Ye Feimo pinched her waist, and Wen Nuan, ticklish, quickly dodged. He clasped her waist with both hands and spoke with a suggestive tone, "You've indeed lost weight, haven't touched you in a while, and now there's nothing but bones left."

Wen Nuan, "..."

"But..." Ye Feimo's gaze shifted to her chest. With an expressionless face, he calmly said, "Maintain a 34B, don't lose any there, they're no good too small."

Wen Nuan, "..."

Ye Feimo, you really are a stud, only thinking about your own benefits.

"What's with that look? It's said that if you lose weight, your chest will shrink too. Has it gotten smaller? Come here, let me feel and see." Ye Feimo beckoned her with an unflustered tone. Wen Nuan felt like crying. Hadn't he just felt them?

She couldn't help but kick him, "Do you have to be so perverted?"

"What's perverted about a man discussing this with his woman?" Ye Feimo retorted. "It's the most basic issue, alright? Stop making a fuss over nothing."