"Your figure is well-maintained."
Upon hearing this, Lun Jing and Wu Lan fell silent.
Lun Jing looked down at her protruding belly.
Her previous waistline was sixty-eight centimeters, not particularly slim, but it was still a graceful figure for a normal person. With her tall stature, she looked stunning in a cheongsam!
Otherwise, how could she have caught the attention of that certain someone while taking care of Xiaochuan in the hospital?
Even though it didn't end up happening, can we just say her personal charm is substantial or not?
But now?
Everyone knows that she is a prosperous and happily married woman. Romance is a thing of the past.
Don't underestimate middle-aged men; they also favor graceful figures!
If someone else had said this, she would have thought they were jesting, but the Daoist Masters' serious looks...
Lun Jing slowly swallowed her food and took a deep breath: "Daoist Master, before New Year this year, I was five foot seven and weighed 130 pounds."
