"Hehehe, Meng Meng sister, I might as well give you the rice my family can't finish eating in the future."
Li Xiaoli reached her third-floor room and walked straight into the dressing room to change her clothes.
Following her inside, Liu Mengting saw her majestic headlights, then looked at her own, feeling truly envious and jealous.
"My family doesn't lack rice, don't bother sending it over."
Liu Mengting also started changing clothes, but compared with Li Xiaoli, her figure was a huge blow to her self-esteem.
"Looking at your home's foodie, one person could eat enough for five, and since my family can't finish our rice, we might as well save it for him, rather than waste food."
While talking, Li Xiaoli changed clothes, not wearing a bra, but since she was at the blooming age, her chest was lofty and perky, sparking wild thoughts.
