Wen Ruan pursed her full lips, gazing at this dream car, her eyes bursting with intense joy.
She could hardly resist dragging Tang Song to the gym for a deep squat workout.
...
Inside the quiet Mercedes-Benz cabin.
Tang Song's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his slender fingers wandered under Xu Qing's pleated skirt.
Gently kissing her earlobe.
Xu Qing wasn't skinny at all, and because her cup size was slightly smaller, there was a noticeable layer of fat on her body.
Yet the feel was unexpectedly good.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, soft and bouncy to the touch.
And each kiss, each touch, caused Xu Qing's body to tremble.
She seemed like a little girl cornered against a wall, too scared to resist, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
It made Tang Song really want to bully her.
This famous college-era cosplayer was actually a very adorable girl.
Tang Song had heard his roommates talk about her fun escapades more than once.
