Her frame was petite, but her upper body was very well-proportioned.
Compared to other women's ample bosoms, her peaches weren't large, but on her body, they were perfect, with a slender waist that seemed like it could be grasped with one hand.
There wasn't a single trace of excess flesh on her back, and her white shirt clung to her clothes, revealing a smooth, even back like an exquisite work of art.
Her skirt clung to her thighs, exposing her round, firm buttocks. Water droplets slid down her smooth skin, from her thigh joints to her calves, her skin like the finest jade, tempting one to taste it. This scene left one's thoughts wandering.
"Ah..."
Zhang Xuewen let out a cry of surprise, her foot slipping, almost falling to the ground. Chen Dashan was quick to react, taking a swift step forward and supporting Zhang Xuewen by her waist.
His palm was warm, wet, tight, and thin.
