Under the skirt, two snow-white beautiful legs, and between those legs, a plump bun, parted by two fatty pieces of clam-like flesh, revealing a patch of tender pink.
Looking at that succulent area, Zhao Cheng's heartbeat accelerated.
Below him, a little tent had been pitched.
Lin Wei turned her head and found Zhao Cheng standing there like a fool, his eyes fixed intently on a certain spot.
She suddenly realized something.
Her heart panicked momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure.
"You jerk, taking advantage of me, huh?" she feigned anger, glaring at Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng quickly lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Weiwei, I'm sorry… sorry… I really didn't mean it," he stammered, his face flushing red.
Lin Wei looked at his bloated face and felt a wave of disgust.
But thinking of the handbag worth tens of thousands, her mood brightened considerably.
Forget it, for the sake of the handbag, she'd forgive him.
