In the office, Jiang Ying was at that moment holding a cup of hot milk, pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose and intently examining her bestie, her beautiful eyes full of surprise and admiration:
"Yuehua sis, confess and you'll be treated leniently, who were you with last night? Looking at you now, tsk tsk, I'm afraid you've already lost your virtue, oh!"
"You little brat, if you dare to spout nonsense again, watch as I tear that mouth of yours!"
Shu Yuehua shot back with a laugh, then reached out to touch Jiang Ying's chest:
"I didn't favor you last night, and look, yours have gotten even bigger, huh!"
As she spoke, Shu Yuehua even tested the feel, the picture of a total womanizer.
"Yuehua sis!"
Jiang Ying turned beet-red, hurriedly set down her cup of hot milk, and then playfully reached for Shu Yuehua's chest. But when she grabbed Yuehua's breasts, she paused slightly:
"Yuehua sis, why does it feel different today?"
