This type of fabric didn't really suit Guo Minjie's daily style; it was more like something that might be worn by a girl secluded in her boudoir, waiting for marriage.
In fact, it seemed quite suitable to wear for an online friend.
Although she was playing a secret game that only existed between the two of them, it seemed to make her appear innocent.
"Mmm... still not quite sure."
"How do you maintain yourself, your proportions... tsk tsk tsk."
"Absolutely perfect."
The man's response sent a feeling of bashful pride through her, as if a fawn were scrambling around inside her heart.
She knew that, with Lu Jincheng's sharp eye, the matter of whether she had lost weight couldn't possibly remain uncertain for long.
According to the trend, any excuse he made was just because he wanted to keep looking.
It was a matter of time.
But as someone involved in the game, she too enjoyed the process of unraveling the mystery, step by step.
