"I did pretty well, right? But Meiji was bound to lose this time; having a bigger chest was really a disadvantage."
Jiutiao Meijie's hand brushed his cheek and lingered on his ear, "You mentioned her measurements, right?"
"Eh? Did I say that?"
Jiutiao Meijie traced the contours of his ear, as if teasing him.
"Wait, wait, your Honor Meiji, I have something else to say."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
Dubian Che swallowed nervously, "My grandma once told me, no, taught me how to visually estimate a girl's measurements, so..."
Jiutiao Meijie abruptly grabbed Dubian Che's ear.
"Your grandma taught you? Why don't you say it was me who taught you?"
"Ouch, ouch!"
Though his ear suffered a bit, Jiutiao Meijie didn't seem to mind the talk of measurements and let Dubian Che off the hook lightly.
However, it could be for an uglier reason—knowing that Kiyono Lin's chest measurement was only 78, she felt so delighted that she didn't care about anything else.
