"You can't control your subconscious, so any dream is justifiable," Gu Ran said.
Han Xiang glanced at him, smiled briefly, and said nothing.
Her tone was helpless, yet her expression was calm, fearless, and untroubled as if nothing could bother her.
The others gradually made their way back to the living room.
Su Qing, Qingyan, and Chen had bought identical swimsuits yesterday.
The top was a halter bra;
The bottom was a short skirt, but it looked like a small towel with lace wrapped around her waist, giving the impression that a single gust of wind might lift it, a single tug might drop it, and it could be undone with just a touch of temptation.
For a moment, Gu Ran didn't know where to look.
Qingyan's figure was voluptuous, and her swimsuit held her breasts just like her bra;
Chen's skin was soft and fair, with a slim waist, cute shoulders, and slender arms;
And Su Qing, Gu Ran was seeing her bare legs for the first time, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.
