Last night, although Lin Hao didn't do anything naughty with Yuanyuan, sleeping while holding those soft, firm snow peaks was still very comfortable.
The thought of that sensation made Lin Hao's heart stir again, and his gaze became more aggressive.
Today, Yuanyuan was wearing casual home attire, the little lace trim making her look just like the girl next door, charming and lovely in her own way.
Tang Shiying, perhaps because of yesterday's wardrobe malfunction, was wearing fitted jeans today, her long, straight legs looking particularly striking.
One was a delicate little lady, the other a graceful socialite, two completely different styles yet each with their own charm.
Lin Hao didn't dwell on the fact that Yingying kissed him last night by force, instead, he glanced at Yuanyuan's proud twin snow peaks, recalling the wonderful joy of last night.
