Rui Yu didn't put on any makeup. She was wearing a thin white dress. She stood in the wind, and the wind made her calves tremble.
Opposite her was a tall man who was carrying a woman with big waves in one hand.
The woman was wearing a short dress that exposed her thighs to the air. She was wearing a pair of slender high heels. She was lying in the man's arms and almost stuck to him. She was so sexy.
The man's mouth did not stop. Rui Yu did not say a word. Her palm-sized face was expressionless, but her eyebrows were slightly curved.
"Look at you. This dress is for pregnant women, right? It's so big…" The man's words were vicious and heartless.
Rui Yu also retorted, but it sounded a little weak." This Korean version."
"You're not feminine at all." As he spoke, the man and the woman in his arms had a five-minute French kiss on the spot.
