Asking a married young woman, who's already given birth, about her lingerie size.
How could she muster the courage to disclose that to a handsome man.
However, Lin Zhenghui was good at reading people's expressions.
Seeing her cheeks slightly blush, he picked up an A4 paper that Xue'er usually used on the desk and said, "Write it down here, and later Xuewei and the others can fill it out. I'll handle the purchase all together."
"Okay!" Jiang Meifeng felt Lin Zhenghui's porky hand gently sliding over her fragrant shoulder, his fingers caressing the bra strap on her shoulder.
It made her feel like Lin Zhenghui's hand was ready to reach down into her cleavage at any moment.
She immediately grabbed the A4 paper and hurried out of Xue'er's guest room, not daring to linger there any longer.
"I'm so dizzy, what's happening to me?" Jiang Meifeng left the room, feeling the valley beneath her skirt starting to dampen.
