Gently dabbing away the sweat on Huang Xiaolong’s forehead, Yao Chi’s voluptuous bosom inevitably jiggled following her movements, causing her snow white skin to dance before his eyes. In the last several hundred since years they were separated, it seems  like her bosom had grown bigger…

Although obscured by layers of clothing, Huang Xiaolong could somewhat tell the difference.

As Yao Chi continued to dab sweat away from Huang Xiaolong’s forehead, she suddenly sensed his oddness. She raised her gaze and saw Huang Xiaolong staring dazedly at her cleavage, then glared bashfully at him, “What’re you looking at!”

Huang Xiaolong coughed to hide his guilty conscience, his eyes looking upward to the sky, thinking that the sun looked particularly round today.

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