My Flat-Chested Roommate Flattened My Chest with an Iron Because I Wore a Chest Binder

My flat-chested roommate pressed a hot iron hard against my chest, scorching my flesh until it charred.

“Don’t be scared, Xia Tian. I’m helping you be free.”

“You’re always wrapping them up, complaining they’re too big and slow you down when you sprint, aren’t you?”

“Look, I’ve ironed them flat. Now you’ll never have that burden again. Aren’t you happy?”

With burns covering much of my body, I died in despair, consumed by unbearable pain and the stench of my rotting flesh.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I qualified for the city track and field meet.

My roommate, Xu Ruonan, was picking up the iron as it hissed and steamed, smiling sweetly at me.

She was exactly like the madwoman who had burned me to death in my memories.

But this time, I would never make the same mistake again.