"Senior Sister Miranda!"
Marshall Morgan also smiled and walked towards Miranda Murray.
"Marshall, I wasn't wrong about you. Long time no see; your achievements have exceeded my imagination."
"And now you've become the Champion Marquis. Should I address you as Marquis when I see you?"
Miranda smiled charmingly and teased as she approached Marshall.
It had been over a year since they last met. Miranda's figure had become more voluptuous, and her black tight-fitting gauze dress drew breathtaking curves on her body.
A faint body fragrance kept wafting into Marshall's nose, filled with endless allure.
She was exactly like a ripe peach.
"Senior Sister Miranda, you're kidding me; in front of you, I am still that same junior brother!"
Marshall gave a bitter smile and said.
Miranda showed a satisfied smile, as if to say, "At least you know your place."
Then, Miranda scrutinized Marshall closely; a trace of longing flashed in her eyes, unnoticed by anyone.
Swish!
