Chapter 295: Old-Fashioned

Really, it's baffling, she pressed her face against the stone table, sighed, and thought, ah, this is truly comfortable.

Until she had lazed enough and was preparing to go back for a nap, planning to buy a fan tomorrow, she discovered her wrapped chest when she was undressing, and only then did she realize something.

"Jian Zhiqing..." She gritted out Jian Zhiqing's name with force, as if wishing she could bite a piece off of him.

She took off the binding cloth on her chest, and instantly, she felt a wave of relief. However, as she lowered her head and looked at the two bulges on her chest, she felt an urge to cry. She wondered why she thought having a flat chest was quite alright before - had her brain been squished by a door, or had it taken in water? Why did she torment herself into getting such a troublesome issue? Now was not the same as the future; they were still at an age where everything was shy. She really didn't want those boys staring at her chest.