"Mochen, do you want to go out with me today?"
In the morning, after they finished their meal, Yuncui playfully pulled on Shen Mochen's arm with a bright smile.
Today, she wore a pink, knitted, form-fitting dress that clearly was a size too big for her, yet her chest still seemed ready to burst through it.
From her chest to her waist and down to her hips, her curves were incomparable, like a masterpiece from God. No one else but the supreme Creator could sculpt such a perfect figure.
"When did you buy this stepmom dress..." Shen Mochen's throat moved slightly as he leaned back a bit.
The Yuncui before his eyes could no longer be described merely as curvaceous; she was a cosmic miracle. It was bizarre, how she could have such an impressive bust and yet such a slender waist, her hips wider than her shoulders... It was like a nuclear weapon category; who could withstand that?
