Zhao Jiayao's eyes carried a touch of melancholy.
Seeing Chen Dashan staring at her in confusion, Zhao Jiayao chuckled indifferently, "It's better we split up; it saves us from disgusting each other when together."
Chen Dashan got up from the ground and patted the dust off his pants.
He then helped Zhao Jiayao up from the ground and noticed her large, shapely buttocks covered in yellow dirt, which led him to give it a pat.
That pat wasn't necessary, but once done, it felt like slapping jelly—bouncy, soft, massive.
Under the deep blue hip-hugging skirt, two large jellies trembled incessantly, her buttock circumference was simply top-notch!
Seeing Chen Dashan's gaze fixed on a certain spot, Zhao Jiayao smiled and said, "Do you find me very beautiful?"
"Beautiful!"
Chen Dashan blurted out.
Zhao Jiayao took a deep breath and continued, "He doesn't think so. He's got someone else outside, hasn't contacted me in years, I might as well consider him dead."
"Right!"
