Although Zhang Yulan was voluptuous and enticing, and very proactive, her skills were not as adept as those of Xiao Liu, the secretary; it was apparent that she had been handled less frequently.
Xiao Liu, on the other hand, seemed to have experienced plenty of friction.
That little mouth of hers, moving back and forth, always had Yang Fan feeling like he was on the brink of losing control.
Yang Fan climbed up from the mat, finally taking a moment to seriously size up Xiao Liu's figure.
Until now, he had been too busy enjoying himself to really take a good look.
Xiao Liu's figure was somewhat bony, but not to the extent of protruding hip bones. At first glance, her long legs stood out especially, resembling the alluring sister-in-law next door.
The pair in front of her weren't particularly voluptuous, resembling two small overturned bowls, exceedingly prominent at the tip.
This particular aspect of women had always baffled Yang Fan—why there were differences.
