Among these so-called classmates, apart from Yang Yaxue, there was another girl named Song Yazhi, who was second only to Yang Yaxue back in school and was the object of thousands of male students' admiration.
Unlike Yang Yaxue's petite and exquisite figure, Song Yazhi was a typical southern girl, slender and tall, with an oval face and fox-like eyes that made her look charming and alluring.
Especially those two peaches on her chest, they were exceptionally prominent.
Back in school, among all the female students, her peaches were the largest, and even now I wasn't sure if any man had explored them, they still could dominate over all others.
Today, Song Yazhi was wearing a camisole, with a black micro skirt below, exuding a seductive charm, mature and sexy beyond her age.
I just glanced casually and didn't pay more attention.
After all, Yang Yaxue was still here, and I couldn't make her jealous.
