When Yang Fan said that, the woman didn't ask for anything more but let out a self-deprecating laugh and asked, "You've picked up goods like me today, a wild thing like me. Are you satisfied with your catch?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't satisfied, because I don't see how wild you are, but you are indeed plump!" Yang Fan laughed as he spoke.
"Are you saying I'm fat?" the woman suddenly turned to ask, "Am I very fat?"
Yang Fan's words seemed to have wounded her pride; her expression suddenly clouded with a faint shadow.
"I'm not talking about your figure; it's here!" Yang Fan said with a laugh as he touched the woman's entrance, "As for your body, I think it's just right, plump but not greasy, a perfect little chubby."
The woman's face flushed red in an instant, "There... how could there be a difference in fatness?"
"There is a difference; it's more fun when it's a bit fatter." Yang Fan laughed.
