"Qingluan, that swimsuit you're wearing..." Song Yun said tremulously. "Why did you choose such a swimsuit?"
Damn it, have Xiao Qing and Qingluan lost their minds? One refuses to wear anything other than a bikini, you can even spot her cherry-red bikini top if you look closely, but Qingluan, oh boy, going all out here, it's like embodying the spirit of socialism—dammit, even a flat-chested girl going for a swim wears more than her. Who are you saving fabric for by wearing so little?
"Huh? Is it not nice?" Qingluan blinked innocently as she stood up, and just as she straightened her back, there was a snap—the silk strap behind her snapped, sending the room into silence. Song Yun's mouth hung open as he stared dumbfounded at the bounty before his eyes—it turned out Qingluan was more stacked than he had imagined.
With a shriek, Qingluan covered her upper body and yelled, "Don't look, turn your head away!"
