Su Jin'er suddenly remembered the time when her sisters and Chu Mo had appeared in front of him while wearing fitness clothes. She couldn't help but ask, "Brother, to be honest, did you peek at us here the last time?"
"More than just peeking—actually, at that time, I really wanted to hug you all and have sex with you." Wang Yue laughed mischievously.
"Especially when I saw the curves of your 'steamed bun buttocks,' my penis got so hard it was about to explode. I had to clamp it between my legs to avoid embarrassing myself in front of you."
Su Jin'er, Su Xiu'er, and even the tomboyish Su Jiaojiao had all suffered from the embarrassment caused by their "steamed bun buttocks" in the past.
After all, having to wear skirts to cover them whenever they went out wasn't a pleasant experience.
But now they realized that Wang Yue actually liked this feature of theirs, and they felt somewhat relieved.
Su Jiaojiao asked, "Cousin, do you really like 'steamed bun buttocks'?"
