Ning Chu pushed open the bathroom door, her head hung low, her cheeks already covered in a blush of shame.
She hesitated, meeting her mother's gaze, and took one tentative step into the bedroom, then stood rigidly, not daring to meet her mother's gaze.
The two points on her chest were too conspicuous, making her unnaturally hunch her shoulders inward, making her look a little hunched.
Her legs were tightly closed together. After losing her boxers and replacing them with the most intimate briefs, she always felt a chill under her skirt, as if she would be …