Tu Ya's move left Zhang Hao somewhat at a loss, having no idea what to do next.
"Miss Tu, have you had too much to drink?"
Tu Ya hugged Zhang Hao's head, pressing it between her breasts.
The natural fragrance of a woman's body immediately filled his nostrils, a scent that was nothing like the common rose.
"Answer me, are mine bigger, or is it that colleague of yours?"
Zhang Hao struggled to lift his head from between Tu Ya's ample bosom, his face a picture of indecision.
"I haven't seen hers, how about I take a look next time, then answer you?"
Tu Ya stood up, her face cold, not glancing at Zhang Hao as she buttoned up her blouse by herself.
"Are you not up to it? You look quite strong, didn't expect you to be so rubbish at this."
Zhang Hao's eyes widened in shock; this was the first time someone had said he was inadequate, and this he could not tolerate!
"Miss Tu, you really shouldn't jump to conclusions; you haven't even tried me out."
