Rong Wei walked behind her and asked with a smile,
"Su Lan, did you ask me to stay because you have something to tell me?"
Qin Sulan turned her head to reveal a gentle and enchanting smile, slowly rising to her feet.
Just now, when she had come over to sing, she was wearing a loose satin skirt which gave her the appearance of a tall and slender figure, but now dressed in a tight-fitting blouse, one could truly see that although she looked delicate, she actually had quite the substantial figure. Beneath the silk blouse, the landscape was steep and protruding, making one's eyes dizzy.
"Wei Shao, you sit down first,"
she offered her own seat.
Rong Wei seemed somewhat at a loss, standing there.
Qin Sulan lifted her jade hand, pulling Rong Wei to sit down, then placed both hands on his shoulders, gently kneading them.
Rong Wei's body was somewhat stiff, his hands resting on his knees, sitting there upright and proper.
