"Zhongxia, being beautiful isn't your fault," Yang Ruxin steadied her by her shoulders. "Remember this, I don't want anyone by my side who belittles themselves. A girl's appearance is a gift from her parents; you can't scorn it, no matter what it looks like. Whether pretty or not, you must keep yourself tidy and looking good, especially the girls around me..." She pointed to her chest, "From now on, no more binding, it's bad for your health..." She couldn't help envying such a large chest; this girl still bound it so tightly, how could it compare to her own modest ones?
"Miss Xinxin?" Zhongxia's cheeks flushed red. Her chest was bigger than that of other girls her age, and she was often ridiculed for being indecent. She had no choice but to bind it tightly with cloth strips, never expecting her mistress to notice.
