Since God wanted to make it up to her, her soul could quickly return to its original size after this.
She preferred her figure in the 21st century, compared to this flat 'airport runway'.
Jun Mohuang buried her face in his neck and endured his hands.
The swelling and numbness in her heart became more and more obvious.
In order to turn back to her previous form, she endured it.
"You're lying. It hasn't grown at all!"
After an hour, Jun Mohuang lowered her head and looked at the flat ground below her collarbone with a gloomy expression.
"Huang'er, are you so eager to grow up?"
Di Lingtian's eyes darkened and he subconsciously tightened his grip.
He knew that she was not fully conscious, but he did not expect her to say this.
Did this little girl know that her current appearance, coupled with these suggestive words, was lethal to him.
"Okay, don't continue…"
Jun Mohuang couldn't help but stop him.