Zhang Lan's face turned a deep red at his words, unable to utter a response.
God always seems to maintain a sense of fairness, rarely creating perfect women.
Among the young beauties Zhang Lan knew, all had attractive faces, but none possessed her ample bosom.
After a pause, Zhang Lan spoke up:
"There are two beauties with pretty large chests, but compared to me they're still a bit smaller, especially since they aren't married yet."
"Then I'll pass,"
Zhang Xiaomeng feigned a picky demeanor and flatly refused.
"What's the difference? It's just two pieces of flesh, big or small."
Zhang Lan rolled her eyes at him, somewhat vexed.
"The difference is huge, the bigger they are, the better they feel, and I've never played with ones this big before."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Lan's face was already flushed red, but Zhang Xiaomeng leaned close to her ear, almost biting her earlobe as he spoke:
"My biggest dream in life is to suffocate in a woman's ample bosom."
"You..."
