Wu Xuelan held the phone towards her, while her own body was fully facing Yang Fan.
The implication of this action was obvious.
With a seductive glance, Wu Xuelan's fingers slowly traced her nightgown, pulling the loose pink nightgown down from her buttocks.
Bright moon was secretly peeping from the top of the willows, and in the dim courtyard, that smooth figure suddenly became whiter than the moon itself.
Yang Fan watched brazenly, even shifting a bit closer towards Wu Xuelan.
From the phone, Ding Wang's gruff voice rang out again, "Holy shit, holy shit... Hey, holy shit..."
His education seemed unable to support a broader range of adjectives, as he blurted out countless "holy shit"s in one breath.
It seemed that only such a catch-all exclamation could convey his admiration for Wu Xuelan's bare skin at that moment.
Yang Fan actually wanted to say it too.
