At this moment, Yao Yu, due to hurriedly getting dressed, had black curls that were still damp. It was unclear whether the moisture was from a recent shower or the sweat from her passionate encounter with Song Lisha in bed.
This time, she wasn't wearing a professional suit, but a loose overcoat. Through the overcoat, Zhao Chi could vaguely see her full, firm breasts, and even the pair of red cherries seemed to appear and disappear intermittently.
The overcoat wasn't very long, just long enough to cover her thighs. Zhao Chi was itching to investigate whether she had managed to put on panties and pants in her rush... The exposed pair of plump, snow-white legs were sensually full-bodied without appearing bulky.
Yao Yu's heart was even more flustered. Zhao Chi's words had sent her heart racing like a girl in her first love, with a deer bouncing wildly within, causing a blush to suddenly appear on her pretty face, "Why… why are you thinking about me instead of your little girlfriend?"
