Leonard put on a calm expression and turned to look at Phoebe. I had to admit that the wedding gown looked good on her. It matched her pretentious aura well.
"Leonard, do you think this looks good on me?"
Phoebe looked at Leonard cheerily and even twirled for him to show off the gown as well as her figure.
"It's not bad," Leonard replied with a smile and a nod.
"The wedding gown is pretty nice. It's just that the person who's wearing it doesn't have the bosom to make it look womanly enough. What a shame," I purposely said.
It was the truth, though. Phoebe's figure had always been rather stick-like. She was about the same height as me, but there was nothing else to look at.
This was especially so for her chest. Even with a padded push-up bra, she was probably a B-cup at most.
Phoebe looked down at her flat chest, her face turning red. Perhaps my words had hit her sore spot.
I knew that Phoebe was an intolerant woman, but she had to maintain her gentle, innocent image with Leonard around. She would not be able to rage at me, but she would definitely remember this.
She glanced at my full chest and said lightly, "I heard that the size of a woman's bosom is actually related to men. A woman with a huge chest has probably had many men touch her there, right?"
Thanks to my provocation, Phoebe was finally showing her claws. It was obvious that she wanted to insinuate that I was a loose woman.
"Oh, cut the crap. If Mr. Nell doesn't mind, you can always go and get implants!" I shot Leonard a challenging look. He had remained silent throughout our exchange.
To my surprise, Leonard did not express an opinion, nor did he stop us from quarrelling. He even looked slightly amused.
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