She was really a greedy cat!
At night, Yun Shishi fell asleep soundly as she leaned against his arm.
His urges remained, however. His big palm began to rub her swelling belly gently, softly flicking it at times.
Yup.
It sounded bouncy.
Not bad. It felt nice to the touch.
Being full was naturally a wonderful thing.
Of course, the consequences of pigging out were that, when she was brought to Louis Vuitton's special performance by her manager to try on gowns the next day, her zipper was stuck at her waist area.
The stylist was a little suspicious. When she was touching up her makeup yesterday and she helped her into that ink-style gown, that dress had been a waist circle tighter than this current gown.
It was a little big when she wore it, but just after one night, the same dress was now stuck at her waist.
That did not make any scientific sense.
The artist's waist was obviously slender and slim.
She tried again, attempting to pull the zipper up harshly, but it refused to budge no matter what.
The stylist no longer dared to be rough with it as the gown was extremely expensive. If she went overboard with her strength, and any mishaps were to cause this seven-figure gown to be spoiled, she would be unable to afford it!
Yun Shishi stood in front of the mirror, only to hear the stylist behind her say weakly, "Ugh… I can't pull it up!"
"You can't pull it up?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, but once she saw that the gown's zipper was stuck at her waistline, she was hit by a huge pang of guilt.
Standing outside the fitting room, Qin Zhou heard them and began asking frantically, "What's wrong? What is stuck?"
She was even more embarrassed now.
Ah… Could this be because she ate too much last night?
It could not be, could it?
It had been more than ten hours since she had dinner. Should everything not be digested completely after a whole night?
Why would the dress be stuck at her waist area?
Her manager's gunpowder-filled voice could be heard from outside the fitting room. "…Shishi!"
He only shouted her name, but he could not mask the fire bubbling in his voice.
The artist gulped nervously before letting out a dry laugh. "He he! Boss Qin… if you have something to say, y-you can say it…"
"I remember your measurements. Your figure should fit this gown easily."
"…" She was so guilty that she could not utter a word.
"What is going on?"
She looked at the sky, breaking out in a nervous, cold sweat.
The man stayed glued to the door outside, his eerie voice floating into her ears.
"Could it be that, last night… you secretly ate something?"
At that moment, Qin Zhou was grave like a magistrate from the court and glared at his prey like a tiger.
"A little?"
He was clearly doubtful of her excuses.
His charge corrected herself again. "A little more than a little."
"Exactly how much did you eat?" Slightly furious, he questioned her severely.
The actress was so afraid that she confessed truthfully, "I had a piece of steak, some salad, a bit of pasta, and a couple of truffle cream puffs…"
His expression stiffened coldly. "…"
After she listed off everything in one breath, the huge dressing room fell into dead silence.
"Why didn't you eat even more until you burst?"
The artist pursed her lips and acted like a corpse.
Her manager began speaking with his poisonous tongue. "Now, you know how to act like a mute, yet when you were eating, you could open your mouth so widely?"