Looking at the novelty, Seven Brown happened to be showing it off, so I took an extra glance.
Compared to any high-tech gadgetry, Leonard Churchill's gaze couldn't help but fall elsewhere at the same time.
The protective suit was in a fluid state, perfectly conforming to the skin, which also cleverly outlined Seven Brown's curvaceous figure.
The proud curve of her bosom, her long and straight legs...
Not to mention, there was a noticeable difference from the last time we met.
The perky buttocks and well-proportioned figure must have been the result of grueling physical training, but the bosom seemed to have developed, standing even more majestic.
In the wilderness with just the two of them, Seven Brown did not shy away, looking at Leonard Churchill, her eyes gleaming with a hint of jest, "Why not, want to try it out?"
As she spoke, Miss Rita walked over proactively and gave Leonard Churchill an enthusiastic hug, "Long time no see, I've missed you."
"Hmm."
