"Qiuyun, do you like wearing high heels?" Su Chen changed the subject.
"I do, but I once tried a 7-centimeter high heel and didn't feel a thing."
"For me, 10-centimeter high heels are just right, most comfortable, but I like 12-centimeter ones."
"At 12 centimeters though, my feet start to suffer," Han Qiuyun continued.
Su Chen's lips twitched slightly. If 12-centimeter heels are too much for you, then what about 14 or 16 centimeters?
Amidst Su Chen's astonished face, Han Qiuyun went on, "I once tried 18-centimeter high heels, and that feeling was like seeking death..."
Hearing this, Su Chen couldn't help but swallow.
Actually, he really wanted to ask, can you handle 17 centimeters?
Seemingly perceiving Su Chen's thoughts,
Han Qiuyun pondered for a moment and said, "Those 17-centimeter ones are my least favorite, feel just as painful as the 18-centimeter ones, might as well just go with 18-centimeter heels!"
It kind of made sense.
Seeing Su Chen's distraught expression, a sly look flashed in Han Qiuyun's eyes as she said, "You see, the high heels I'm wearing today are 12 centimeters, my favorite height, but they still hurt my feet."
Su Chen's gaze involuntarily shifted to Han Qiuyun's removed high heels.
Indeed, they were 12 centimeters.
Su Chen hadn't noticed this before.
Only upon looking did he realize, Han Qiuyun's high heels were just size 33.
Size 33, that's truly tiny.
Han Qiuyun is about 168 cm tall and weighs nearly 100 kg.
Yet her feet are only size 33, such small feet bearing that much weight.
Wearing 12-centimeter heels is bound to be painful.
However, having cultivated Inner Strength for twelve years, Han Qiuyun's physical condition is significantly enhanced.
It's not like before; wearing 18-centimeter heels wouldn't be as unbearably painful as it had been.
But, with such small feet, wearing 18-centimeter high heels would probably make her entire foot stand vertically.
Like constantly performing ballet.
I thought her figure was her most beautiful aspect.
But after seeing her small feet, I realized that this is truly her most beautiful feature.
Why does she play such jokes on Su Chen?
Actually, it's to make Su Chen notice her feet.
Her feet are what she is most proud of.
Someone once wanted her to be a model.
Previously she thought, if traditional medicine didn't work out, she might as well become a model.
The dirt on Han Qiuyun's body was cleaned off, her skin translucent and shimmering under the light, looking radiant.
Su Chen dared not continue gazing; he walked over, took her clothes, and placed them next to Han Qiuyun.
Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a severe pain from the back of his head.
Turning around, he saw an anxious and somewhat angry face staring back at him.
It was the female intern from the Traditional Chinese Medicine department!
In her hands, she tightly gripped a baseball bat.
No need to guess, it was clear that the female intern had just whacked him hard on the head with that bat.
Normally, Su Chen would never have been caught off guard.
But his attention had been entirely captivated by Han Qiuyun.
So much so, he hadn't noticed someone entering the room and hitting him on the head.
The female intern was frightened.
Because, logically speaking, her swing was aimed well and was forceful enough to knock Su Chen unconscious.
But now, Su Chen didn't look like he was about to faint at all.