At the back of the classroom, Li Yuan glanced over at Wang Jierong, who had suddenly sat down next to him. He turned slightly, surprised.
Today, Wang Jierong seemed to have dressed up on purpose. The faint scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. She wore a JK-style short skirt with white stockings, and her deep neckline, which her top could barely contain, was particularly eye-catching.
Among the still-innocent freshman girls, her outfit put her in a completely different league.
Wang Jierong's gaze was silky and seductive as she stared at Li Yuan. Completely indifferent to the stares of others, she sat down very close to him.
Due to their height difference, Li Yuan could look down on her even while she was seated. His gaze was inevitably drawn to her deep cleavage. It was like the Mariana Trench, capable of swallowing a man's stare...
