Not Bad

Initially it hadn't occurred to her at all!

Yet, who would have imagined that the noble, dignified man who could rule everything with a wave of his hand, would enter the bathroom and examine her bra for long?

After hanging the undergarments on a rack in the balcony, Shen Fanxing looked at the bra that Bo Jinchuan had held in his hand earlier on. Suddenly she felt helpless as she hung her head.

How could she face this bra in the future?

"Not bad."

Just as she was feeling glum, Bo Jinchuan's calm voice interrupted.

She whirled around to look at him immediately. Bo Jinchuan's towering figure stood behind her. She stumbled and moved as she glanced at him. "What's not bad?"

Bo Jinchuan looked at the undergarments on the drying rack and quipped calmly, "C cup…"

Shen Fanxing's eyes widened and she darted forward to cover his mouth.

"Don't say it!"

Bo Jinchuan's dashing face was composed.