Lin Zhuangguo thought he might have heard wrong.
When he turned to look at this top-notch young wife, Shangguan Yuer, he noticed that her legs had somehow spread apart.
Between the beautiful pair of legs, beneath the skirt, there was the bulge of a mound, revealing a small amount of curly underbrush.
Since Lin Zhuangguo divorced Guan Xiaohui, and after his recent recovery from surgery, his interactions with women had been sporadic—a feast or famine situation.
"Little auntie Yuer, don't joke with me," Lin Zhuangguo said, following his brother's way of referring to her as 'little auntie'.
"I'm serious, let's have an exciting trip," said Shangguan Yuer, who wouldn't mess around with her brother-in-law or Lin Zhenghui.
But Lin Zhuangguo, the only man on board the plane who could engage with her, was a different story.
As she spoke, Shangguan Yuer unbuttoned her clothes one by one, letting the two E-cup white rabbits bound out in front of Lin Zhuangguo.
