Chen Weiwei had a fine figure.
Though not as tall as Yuan Qingying, nearly hitting five feet seven, especially as she lay there now, the proud firmness of her chest stretched the white knitted shirt taut, creating a tempting curve that was utterly alluring.
Her slender waist flared to a small bone structure softened by supple flesh—when he touched her earlier, the feel was simply too good.
A pair of long, straight legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.
Even her brows hinted at an innate sultriness that drove one wild with just a glance.
"Weiwei?"
Li Chen was still not quite assured, and he gently nudged her again.
After all, this was only their first real encounter, without any deep affection between them, which only added to the thrill.
Seeing no reaction, she must really be asleep, and so Li Chen grew bolder, his shaking hand reaching out to grasp the proud firmness of her chest and give it a few squeezes.
Oh.
So damn exhilarating, so thrilling.
