"What woman doesn't want to be beautiful? Are you sure you're not a beautician?"
But what Chu Hao said next almost made her crumble.
"Your chest can grow to about the size of four or five basketballs, and your period won't just come once a month. I estimate that it will come every day in the future."
"DING! The Host has shocked with pretentiousness, gaining 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Liang Qian was on the verge of a breakdown, wasn't she?
Having a period every single day!!
You might as well just kill me.
Oh my God, just thinking about having a period every day was utterly devastating for her.
Bleeding every day would kill a person.
And if her chest were to grow to the size of four or five basketballs, she'd definitely die from being overly busty.
Liang Qian's face was deathly pale. She finally understood the meaning of despair—a despair that tormented her deeply, mentally and psychologically.
She felt a pain in her stomach, and her period really had come.
