The skin was as soft and white as mutton fat, with exquisitely defined collarbones that made Li Qing's breath quicken and his gaze unwilling to shift even an inch.
Han Mei's fingers continued to slide downward slowly.
Although she was shy, her movements in undressing were quite natural.
She didn't share the same anticipation and slight nervousness that Li Qing felt at that moment.
Perhaps because she had been with Li Qing for so long, although they hadn't gone all the way, getting dressed and undressed had already become a habit.
As her skirt continued its descent, the black bra and the two snow-white mounds it covered also revealed themselves.
Han Mei's chest wasn't as large as Yang Xuelan's, but it was by no means small.
It was just about right, neither too big nor too small.
Li Qing's hands could perfectly encompass them, feeling as if they were custom-made just for him.
"Sis-in-law, let me help you with your bra," Li Qing offered bravely, his blood rushing excitedly.
