"Why does my own chest need attention from other men?" Jane Sampson was puzzled.
"Not from other men, 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, youâll definitely go up a cup size. Itâs more effective than any breast enhancing creams or food supplements."
Mair Williams thought about it and felt that there wasnât anything wrong with Hibiscus Woodâs statement.
"Really?" Jane felt unsure as Hibiscus Woodâs smile was too sly, which made her suspicious of its authenticity.
"For real," Ella Ruby said as she walked over and patted Janeâs 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. James Black was always kneading and squeezing in the bed to the point where she sometimes felt pain. Yet, she was still an airport.
Could it be because he didnât 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 James massage her daily wasnât 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 oneâs chest isnât flat, how can one flatten the world? Right!
Shaking her head, Jane dismissed the thought of breast enhancement and, after the three of them got ready, the foursome left the dormitory. Along the way, Jane noticed that many young team members had a look of wanting to say something but stopping themselves.
From a distance, someone called her "Goddess Sampson" and then gave her a look that said, "Baby is suffering inside, but baby wonât say," the kind of expression that was hard to decipher.
"Theyâve been looking at you strangely today," Mair Williams whispered to Jane after sitting down with her meal, "These past few days, the guard team members 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 Mairâs arm, "How could I be a cabbage?"
"So youâd 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 weâre 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 come 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, Peterâs serious facade collapsed within one second.
Taking advantage that the cameraman hadnât 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 James had brought to him.
Janeâs eyelids twitched as she struggled not to burst into laughter, and then she quietly waited for Peter to announce the dayâs training content.