Long Yue's face was calm, but she did glance down once.
"My chest is small, so what?"
Ren Feng saw Long Yue seemed even more downcast, and hurriedly said, "Hey, don't get too discouraged, don't feel inferior, having a small chest has its advantages."
Long Yue drank by herself, and Ren Feng asked, "Do you want to hear them?"
"Go ahead."
"The advantages of having a small chest are plentiful. Look, when you wear a shirt, it looks great, the buttons won't pop or stretch open. Secondly, big chest, small brain, naturally small chests are smarter;
Thirdly, you can easily squeeze onto buses and subways, and you won't have subway creeps, right? Fourth, no one's constantly staring at you, even in this bar full of men, I've noticed nobody staring, so there's no awkwardness.
Fifth, you look cute, like a loli, perfect for a guy like me who loves lolis. Sixth, you can freely choose bras; seventh, there's no danger of sagging..."
