Her face blossomed into a smile suddenly, as she took the initiative to hug Tang Song, "It's so beautiful. Thank you for the gift. This bracelet must be worth around ten thousand yuan; I guess I'm taking advantage of you."
The warmth of her fragrance, mixed with the scent of alcohol, accompanied by a soft and full-bodied touch.
They separated quickly after the hug.
Tang Song's eyelids twitched.
Although both of them had full figures, Wen Ruan, who often exercised, was much more toned, with no excess fat.
Jiang Yourong, however, had the standard mature woman's figure, with a noticeable layer of fat.
Hugging them felt completely different.
Of course, if you were to compare, the older sister Wen Ruan was definitely more fun, with her abs, peachy hips, and the extra energy she brought to playing sports.
Jiang Yourong glanced at the silent Xie Shuyu.
She could discern some clues from her micro-expressions.
