The next morning.
Lin Fei, Xiao Ling, Qin Yunyue, and the group headed to the second-floor hotel restaurant, ready to find a spot to sit down for breakfast.
Suddenly, Li Qing, with his sharp eyes, seemed to have discovered something, gesturing with his chin toward a direction, said to Xiao Ling: "Young Master Xiao, the goddess you like is over there."
Lin Fei, Xiao Ling, and the others immediately looked in the direction Li Qing pointed.
Then, they saw Zheng Yutong wearing a loose coffee-colored T-shirt and shorts, curled up her fair, long legs sitting on a sofa, hair gathered on her right shoulder, cascading onto her high, prominently raised chest.
Holding a fashion magazine in her hands, she was deeply engrossed, with a glass of juice and a small plate of snacks on the table, reminiscent of a cat's appetite.
The light morning sunlight, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass, shone on Zheng Yutong's face, enhancing her goddess-like aura, exquisite to perfection.
