Mantis Boxing and the White Bear's Wild Dance

After walking for a while, An Nuan let go of him, lay sprawled across his back with her phone, and searched a shopping site for "high-cut bodysuit," bringing up a whole array of products for Liu Chang'an to see.

The model photos for these products were extremely revealing. Describing them in a novel would risk getting censored, yet on shopping sites, you could zoom in with two fingers, view them from multiple angles, and see close-ups. How interesting.

Liu Chang'an took one look. So this was what it was. He knew it.

Hong Kong films from the eighties and nineties had always liked putting female characters in swimsuits. Many of them wore this kind of high-cut bikini. For example, Li Zhi had a famous poolside scene in one of them, wearing exactly this sort of thing.

As for whether later Hong Kong films still had them, Liu Chang'an did not know. Much like the region's overall decline, Hong Kong cinema had gone steadily downhill and become increasingly unwatchable. Even when the occasional gem appeared, few people continued to follow Hong Kong films.

"Looks good, right? Look, what I'm wearing is pretty similar to this set. I also have a tie-back, backless one that's even bolder, but it's more suitable for summer." An Nuan smiled with slightly flushed cheeks. Although she was an innocent young maiden, Liu Chang'an had already defiled her.

Even though she had worked hard to preserve a maiden's shyness and reserve, once she had been defiled, falling a little was inevitable. It was perfectly normal for the urge to tempt him to stir within her.

"But if I went to a normal public swimming pool, I'd be a little embarrassed. Besides, with a beautiful girl like me, you're bound to be a little possessive and want to