Zhao Min stiffened all over, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't keep your word."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "I promised only to sleep with you and do nothing else, but what I'm doing now is exactly what men and women do when they sleep together."
"You really are my destined nemesis." Zhao Min's eyes shimmered, and the allure at the corners of her brows nearly stole Song Qingshu's soul away.
Seeing that she was not angry, Song Qingshu grew bolder. He slipped his hand directly into her collar, but instead of the warm, soft flesh he had imagined, he encountered a strange texture.
Zhao Min looked a little embarrassed and said quietly, "It's inconvenient for them to sway around normally, so I bind them with a chest wrap."
Song Qingshu was astonished. They already looked full enough normally—was that still with the chest wrap? But Zhao Min did not leave him curious for long. She sat up and reached behind her back, undoing the bow at the rear of the wrap.
"Hiss—" Even though Song Qingshu had been mentally prepared, the magnificent sight before him still made him suck in a sharp breath.
Seeing the man's stunned expression, Zhao Min could not help feeling a little pleased. "Well? They're bigger than Zhou Zhiruo's, right?" She had never been the shy, restrained sort. Now that she had accepted this man, after her initial bashfulness faded, her usual bold and passionate nature gradually returned. Naturally, she wanted to show him her most beautiful side.
"Why do you have to compete with her over everything?" Song Qingshu did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"None of your business. Hurry up and tell me." Zhao Min's eyes widened, filled with anticipation and excitement.
"They are a little bigger than hers." Harassed by her