Song Chongjin glanced around the room and saw that he hadn't disturbed Wang Yongzhu. Then, without leaving any trace, he surveyed Wang Yongzhu's entire body. Indeed, he remembered the corpulent figure of Wang Yongzhu from two months ago.
Now, Wang Yongzhu had slimmed down by almost half, her whole figure curving gracefully. Her face, which had been round, now clearly revealed the contours of her facial features, with distinct eyebrows and eyes.
At that moment, Wang Yongzhu was sitting at the table, resting her chin in one hand, lost in thought.
Looking at those plump fingers, Song Chongjin felt a faint warmth in his fingertips; the dazzling white of yesterday, warm, soft, and doughy to the touch, forming a little dimple at each press, was irresistibly on his mind.
It was only after Wang Yongping nudged him that he snapped back to reality, "Brother Song, what do you think of what I just said?"
