"You asked about similar appearances?"
"In bed."
Li Xiujie looked slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "It's rare for Ji Chengzhou, who avoids women, to ask such a question. Are you thinking of changing women?"
Ji Chengzhou gave him a cool glance.
Li Xiujie pushed up his rimless glasses and put away his teasing smile. "Women in bed naturally differ, some with larger breasts, some with perky buttocks, some with slender waists, some with long legs. Different body shapes, different experiences."
"What if their body shapes are similar?"
"Even then, the feelings differ. Some women are naïve in bed, inhibited, needing guidance from men, while some are passionate, take the initiative, and like to conquer men."
Ji Chengzhou frowned in thought. Five years ago that night, Su Yang was obviously drugged, unconscious, and in bed, it was all his initiative, but he could feel her naivety in matters of men and women.
