"Why does my own chest need attention from other n?" Jane Sampson was puzzled.
"Not from other n, but from your own man," Hibiscus Wood said with a pair of sneaky eyes, "Have your boyfriend massage you more often, and in just a few months, you’ll definitely go up a cup size. It’s more effective than any breast enhancing creams or food supplents."
Mair Williams thought about it and felt that there wasn’t anything wrong with Hibiscus Wood’s statent.
"Really?" Jane felt unsure as Hibiscus Wood’s smile was too sly, which made her suspicious of its authenticity.
"For real," Ella Ruby said as she walked over and patted Jane’s shoulder, "Let your boyfriend work hard for about ten minutes a day, and you will see results in one or two months."
Jane was still skeptical. Jas Black was always kneading and squeezing in the bed to the point where she sotis felt pain. Yet, she was still an airport.
Could it be because he didn’t massage for long enough?
Jane glanced at Mair Williams and then at Charlotte Miller, eventually coming to the conclusion that if breast size were ranked in the dormitory, she definitely lowered the average.
Having Jas massage her daily wasn’t very realistic. Even if he were around her every day, Jane thought it would be hard for him, with his wolfish appetite, to stick to just massaging without his mind wandering elsewhere.
So, being flat-chested was just fine. Looking at those international supermodels, each of them carried an aura of confidence despite being flat-chested.
If one’s chest isn’t flat, how can one flatten the world? Right!
Shaking her head, Jane dismissed the thought of breast enhancent and, after the three of them got ready, the fourso left the dormitory. Along the way, Jane noticed that many young team mbers had a look of wanting to say sothing but stopping themselves.
From a distance, soone called her "Goddess Sampson" and then gave her a look that said, "Baby is suffering inside, but baby won’t say," the kind of expression that was hard to decipher.
"They’ve been looking at you strangely today," Mair Williams whispered to Jane after sitting down with her al, "These past few days, the guard team mbers looked at you as if they were a bunch of pigs seeing a tender, fresh cabbage."
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of analogy is that?" Jane hit Mair’s arm, "How could I be a cabbage?"
"So you’d rather be a pig?" Mair rolled her eyes and then ignored Jane, taking a sip of her porridge before turning to Wood and saying, "Finally figured out why the food in the guard team base tastes so good."
"Most of it is grown right here by the guard team, all-natural, no hormones, no pesticides. Plus, the person cooking has good culinary skills, and we’re always starving, so naturally, everything tastes delicious," Wood laughed. She heard that the guard team even grows their own peanuts and soybeans. Before the middle of the year, the peanut soup and soy milk all co from their own crops. Only after they run out towards the end of the year do they go out to buy these things."
After breakfast, when they saw the change of instructor at the gathering field, Jane looked at Peter Gingery standing there sternly. Seeing this act from Peter, who was usually joking around with her, felt oddly out of place.
However, for Jane, Peter’s serious facade collapsed within one second.
Taking advantage that the caraman hadn’t noticed, Peter blinked at Jane and pulled a funny face, silently mouthing the word, "Delicious!" to her.
No need to ask; he must have tasted the spicy beef that Jas had brought to him.
Jane’s eyelids twitched as she struggled not to burst into laughter, and then she quietly waited for Peter to announce the day’s training content.
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