Han Zhan suddenly reached out, and wanted to touch her face to confirm if this person was real. After Song Ci finished humming, she opened her eyes and was shocked by the five fingers in front of her.
"Brother Han, what are you doing?" Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's slender, muscular left hand. She pushed his hand away and asked him in confusion, "Are you trying to touch me secretly?"
Han Zhan instinctively retracted his left hand. He shook his head mildly and said, "Your face is so small. I think it's only the size of my palm."
Song Ci said, "It doesn't matter if my face is small, as long as my other parts are not small."
Han Zhan was stunned.
He was despicable and couldn't control his fluttering eyes.
Song Ci said considerately, "34C." She snorted delightfully and said proudly, "My IQ is not as good as Song Fei's, but in terms of figure, it's definitely better than Song Ci's cardboard figure."
