Yang Fan walked into the room where Gao Lanlan lived, leaning on the bright doorway like Miao Renfeng.
Whoever invented these tight pants truly did a good job, they're really great.
Be it the form, curves, or shape, they were almost squeezing out every detail, clearly visible.
Gao Lanlan lived up to the expectations as the woman who occupied the thoughts of half the village's men; her figure was indeed magnificent.
The two had fooled around once before, but it was a hasty affair, and although Yang Fan had gotten a clear measure of Gao Lanlan's depths, he hadn't had time to thoroughly study her external contours; he had only seen them roughly.
Gao Lanlan seemed completely unaware of Yang Fan's arrival, still very focused on her cooking.
Yang Fan just watched her nonchalantly.
This woman clearly had the makings of a great mother; her buttocks could genuinely suffocate someone, so plump that a slight upward tilt would form a perfect roundness, soft and squishy.
