The big breasted woman came over and pointed at her chest, “Teacher Zhang, please sign here.”
The staff of the publishing house were at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. However, they had organized many events like this, so they had encountered this several times. They were not surprised for there were all sorts of fans.
Zhang Ye was decisive. He stood up with the watercolor pen in hand. But he was still embarrassed to really sign on her breast. He signed on her collar bone. He still took note of possible ramifications. After all, there were so many people watching. However, even though he did so, his hand still slipped. The female fan’s breast was too big, so it was hard to gauge the distance. After he finished writing the word “Ye”, the final stroke went vertically down, but with Zhang Ye’s pen trembling, the vertical line flicked all the way to the fan’s huge breast. With that slip, the pen tip clearly had fallen into an area full of flesh.