"I'd rather not." Chen Yu declined, "Just standing here, I look like I'm not to be messed with."
"Quit dawdling."
The female instructor charged at him, sweeping his legs out from under him with a roundhouse kick, then straddled him and started applying makeup forcefully.
The ample bosom pressing on Chen Yu's chest nearly flattened him.
"Gurgle."
The plump neighbor's eyes bulged as he swallowed his saliva, regretting that he had been too obedient before...
Half a minute later.
Packing away the makeup kit, the female instructor took a careful look at Chen Yu's makeup, stood up, and nodded in satisfaction, "Good. You now look like a dashing uncle."
"Buzz!"
The phone in her pocket vibrated again.
The female instructor took it out and pointed, "The captain orders all teams to move another five kilometers out."
Aiming in the 3 o'clock direction, the three of them advanced another five kilometers and stopped.
And each hid away separately.
