Volume 1, Chapter 23: Miao Cuicui

"She..." Oh no, he had forgotten to ask for Shen Yulian's bust size.

Lin Xiaoxu glanced at the woman's chest and said, "About half a size larger than yours."

"Th-that would be a G-cup!" the woman exclaimed.

The woman was an E-cup herself. Anything half a size larger than her own would indeed be a G-cup. In East Asia, the vast majority of women fall between A and C; it is rare for a woman to be so well-endowed. She couldn't help but think that this loser was incredibly lucky.

The woman led Lin Xiaoxu to a row of shelves. "The lingerie styles you see here all go up to a G-cup. Pick your styles first, and I will retrieve the G-cup sizes from the stockroom for you."

Lin Xiaoxu felt like a country bumpkin entering a grand mansion, dazzled and overwhelmed. He had no idea that a piece of fabric the size of a palm could be designed in so many styles and patterns. There were demi-cups, full-coverage cups, underwired, wireless, push-up, cut-out, lace, mesh, and more. The colors were as vibrant as the wildflowers blooming in the village fields.

Lin Xiaoxu widened his eyes, studied them intently for a long time, and finally selected seven sets in different styles and colors. He intended for Shen Yulian to have a fresh, intimate set of undergarments for every day of the week.

"Sister Cuicui, it's almost lunch time. What do you want to eat? I can pick it up for you." Another employee, who had just returned from the stockroom with the seven G-cup sets, placed them on the counter and whispered to Miao Cuicui.

"No need, my boyfriend said he’s picking me up for Western food," Miao Cuicui replied with her chin held high.

"Wow, I’m so jealous, Sister Cuicui! You found a boyfriend who’s the general manager of the Tianhao Hotel. Not only did he fund this lingerie shop for you, but he also brings you roses or imported chocolates every day, and takes you out for Western food every few days." The employee’s face was filled with envy.

After the employee left, Lin Xiaoxu looked at the woman attending to him with a start. "Are you... are you Miao Cuicui from Jinchang No. 1 High School?"

During those three years of high school, while other girls were still developing, Miao Cuicui’s peaks were already so full they nearly burst through her school uniform. They were bouncy and soft, swaying with every step she took. It had shocked many male students and ignited the envy of many female peers. Many classmates had teased her behind her back, calling her "the cow." Miao Cuicui had been the object of fantasy for many boys, including Lin Xiaoxu. That was why he remembered her so vividly.

When Miao Cuicui heard this male customer mention her alma mater, Jinchang No.