Fang Minhui silently pulled her neckline down to her arm, revealing a third of the skin on her upper body, her gaze seeming to drip with water.
"Yuan Babe..."
Her tone was like a call, a plea, and held a hint of anticipation.
The class belle had already peeled off half of her knitted top, all that met the eye was pure white, especially the softness just below her collarbone, contrasting sharply with her slender arms.
Shen Yuan could only offer a simple assessment; this was tough to handle.
(PS: Reference image for class belle's outfit)
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Just after six, Chen Ling brought out the four dishes and soup she had prepared, but didn't see Minhui and Shen Yuan anywhere.
"How strange, didn't Minhui say she'd help me out? How come she's vanished as soon as she got back?"
Chen Ling muttered to herself, then untied her apron and walked towards the master bedroom.
