After sending Yu Xiaogang away, Xu Ran lingered no longer and returned straight to the hotel.
He knew someone at home was still waiting for him to comfort her.
Xiao Wu's room had an antique elegance and was kept very tidy. Her unique bodily fragrance filled the room.
Xiao Wu wore a pink dress that wrapped around her delicate figure, making her look charming and lovely. Although her figure was growing better and better, she was still as she had always been, like a girl next door, innocent and pretty.
Xiao Wu was one of the first girls to have that kind of relationship with Xu Ran, and she had always stayed obediently by his side.
Under Xu Ran's physical stimulation, Xiao Wu's once-flat little chest had grown quite substantial. Although she could not compare with someone as naturally gifted as Zhu Zhuqing and fell a little short of Rongrong, she was already very well developed, at a normal level among girls her age on the Douluo Continent.
Although Xu Ran liked them big, that was not the whole story.
All those requirements were prepared for people one did not like. When you did not love someone, you laid out your standards for a partner; true love did not care about those things. Everything she possessed was fitting and perfect.
That was how Xiao Wu was in Xu Ran's heart.
Although hers were only little steamed buns, and her pert bottom was not as full as Zhu Zhuqing's, she had a charm all her own. Those exquisitely long, beautiful legs were absolutely among the finest in the world, enough to make someone cry out that he could play with them for a year.
And those small, arched, jade-like feet were even more perfect. When he lay on the sofa, Xu