Lin Zifeng said with a cheeky smile.
"Well, what about looking at ugly women? Does the expert say it reduces lifespan?" Nangong Bing's pretty eyebrows furrowed. Which unqualified expert said this?
"Uh—hehe, that expert didn't mention it. Here, wife, have some eggs, they say it's good for enhancing bust." Saying this, to show his tenderness as a husband, Lin Zifeng grinned ingratiatingly and very obsequiously picked up an egg for her.
"Are you implying my breasts are small?"
Nangong Bing was annoyed. What kind of people are these, implying that my breasts are small? Even though you said it in such a roundabout way, do you think they're small?
"Uh, I, I didn't say that, I just..."
"Alright, alright, explanations are just unnecessary cover-ups, no need to say more. I'll eat it, okay?" Thinking this, Nangong Bing caught a glimpse of a large sausage in the hot pot, and an evil thought suddenly came to mind.
