Pei Shu'er's legs were quite beautiful, and the wet clothes quickly outlined her leg shape, straight and long, giving the impression that everything below the waist was legs.
Her chest was already full and round, and the exposed skin was fair and delicate, with a waist that could not be encircled with one hand.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes still glistening with moisture, and she looked at him shyly and angrily with her peach blossom eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and now he was in a rather awkward situation, forcing him to turn his back.
As Tang Zan's eyes met Pei Shu'er's, her face immediately turned red, and she hurriedly turned around as well.
For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Moreover, Tang Zan's magnetic breathing seemed like a hint of an ambiguous thread, entwining the two of them together.
Shu'er's earlobes turned increasingly red.
He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the heat in his heart before speaking of his plan.
