Song Yu was not old, just 22, in the prime of her youth.
Her skin was white as jade, with a crystal jade-like sheen; at this moment, the wool sweater was rolled up over her full, tender breasts, making her face so reddish as if blood was about to drip from it.
Her beautiful face, flushed with red, also carried the shy charm of a young girl, exceptionally enchanting.
Li Chen was completely captivated as he watched.
He swallowed hard, then continued, "Take off your bra as well so I can check thoroughly."
"Ah?"
Song Yu was taken aback, looking at Li Chen's serious expression, she felt so embarrassed that her body began to tremble.
Biting her lower lip with her teeth, she hesitated for a moment, then reached behind her and slowly unclasped her bra.
Free from its constraints, her two full, tender white mounds were suddenly exposed.
Her young body was so perfect.
