Ma Xiaotao's bedchamber bed was indeed too small. It was fine for one person, but if two people lay on it together, they would probably fall to the floor just by turning over.
Especially with Jiang Ming's truly burly build—if he lay on it, they would have to press tightly together without a gap.
Hearing Jiang Ming's words, Ma Xiaotao's beautiful eyes shifted slightly. She seemed to have thought of something rather exciting, and said with a trace of excitement in her voice:
"It's fine. You sleep on the bed, and I can sleep on top of you!"
Jiang Ming: "."
"Huh?"
The way Jiang Ming looked at Ma Xiaotao changed.
What did she mean, I sleep on the bed and you sleep on me?
"Oh, it's fine. Come here."
Ma Xiaotao grabbed Jiang Ming's hand and, with the bearing of a domineering mature beauty, pressed him onto her bed.
The two of them would be somewhat cramped, but if Jiang Ming lay on the bed alone, there was still plenty of room to spare.
After Jiang Ming lay down, Ma Xiaotao did not waste another word. She kicked off her shoes and unleashed her innate soul skill—Mount Tai Meteor Crash!
Crack! She flopped straight onto Jiang Ming!
Ma Xiaotao lay on Jiang Ming's muscular chest, narrowing her phoenix eyes like a little cat whose scheme had succeeded. She greedily inhaled the scent emanating from Jiang Ming, her voice slightly hazy as she said, "See? Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
With Ma Xiaotao's roughly hundred-pound weight pressing down on him, Jiang Ming did not feel the slightest pressure.
Ma Xiaotao was not fat. Most of her weight came from her exaggerated figure; the weight in front of her chest and behind her hips far surpassed that of other