Their eyes met, and Yao Lingling felt as if she'd been electrified.
She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but today Tang Song's eyes seemed especially bright and spirited, as if they could emit electricity.
Biting her lip, Yao Lingling got off the motorcycle.
Head held high, chest out, she said with a radiant smile, "Senior, you look so handsome today, especially in that riding suit. Definitely thumbs up."
"Uh... Lingling... you..." Tang Song looked at Yao Lingling standing in front of him, eyes widening slightly, looking incredulously at her chest.
The gray sports jacket was unzipped slightly, revealing the white fitted base shirt inside.
Yao Lingling's formerly unremarkable A cup looked as if it had been boosted with hormones, instantly upgraded by two sizes.
Visibly about the same size as Lin Muxue's, round and perky—a textbook cartoonish chest.
Looks like she was using padding tricks like Xu Qing.
