Zaiyila stared at Elizabeth as if she were looking at a ghost. "Why... why are you asking me such a question?" she countered.
Elizabeth blushed. "I was just asking casually, don't take me seriously," she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Zaiyila sized her up until her gaze fell on Elizabeth's chest. "It's not that big, though," she mused, knitting her brows together. "Wait, if Eve doesn't prefer bigger breasts, does that mean he can consider a smaller size? I need to hold my husband tightly; these women are dangerous," she thought, her eyes still locked onto Elizabeth's chest.
Elizabeth's face turned an even deeper shade of red when she noticed Zaiyila's gaze. "My breasts are quite small; do you think they would be to your brother's liking?" she inquired.
