An Yang was suddenly met with a expanse of snow-white skin.
Ji Weiwei was already very slim, and her waist was so slender it looked as though it could be clasped in one hand. Her skin was pale and tender, glowing with a delicate, crystalline sheen. It looked as smooth as silk.
For a moment, the line of her slender waist was on full display, and her back formed a graceful curve. Her exquisite navel was like a pearl adorning her flat stomach. She didn't have the toned abs most girls wanted these days, but she was just as breathtakingly beautiful.
Ji Weiwei, meanwhile, hadn't noticed a thing. She yawned and kept pulling her top up, until An Yang could even see the rounded curves of her pert breasts.
At last, he couldn't take it anymore—
"Ahem!"
At the sound of his cough, Ji Weiwei's hands stopped. She held her top at just the right height for the lower edges of her pert breasts to peek out from beneath her pajamas—round, snowy white, and incredibly delicate.
She paused, the dazed look on her face gradually fading. Her eyes widened and cleared, and she turned to look at An Yang.
An Yang was looking at a third of one of her snow-white breasts. Meeting her gaze, he couldn't help raising his head to look her in the eyes.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned awkward.
Ji Weiwei quickly came to her senses and naturally lowered her top. Without betraying a hint of emotion, she asked An Yang, "What did you see? Was it nice?"
"V-very nice."
"Want to see more?"
"A little..."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Uh... you already put it down!"
Ji Weiwei's expression suddenly turned fierce. "Turn around already!"
An Yang completely ignored her ferocity and acted