She hadn't expected that her little scheme had already been seen through. She quickly tossed her handbag aside, propping her hands against the elevator wall to stabilize herself. In this unflattering position, however, she failed to notice that her hip-hugging skirt had been hiked up to her waist, leaving her black lace panties completely exposed.
Sun Dasheng glanced over, then found his eyes lingering. The woman's backside was simply too curvaceous, clearly not the size of a typical Asian woman's. They weren't just plump, but also pert and shapely—clear evidence of dedicated exercise. Squats were likely her most frequent routine, resulting in such firm, lifted, and rounded cheeks.
