Lying on the bed.
When Sun Ying's head moved closer, Lin Wenwen, feeling a bit shy and anxious, instinctively wanted to cover herself with her hands, blocking Sun Ying's view.
However, when she heard Sun Ying's sincere praise, the hand that Lin Wenwen had just raised stopped in mid-air, then fell, landing on Tang Feng's thigh.
On that flushed and pretty face, there was a mix of shyness and an undeniable joy she couldn't hide.
Lin Wenwen's full and beautiful treasure was indeed very pretty, very enchanting.
Both hairless as a jade.
Although Lin Wenwen's skin wasn't as white as Han Bing's, her delicate treasure was incomparably plump and tender, its puffy pink folds, a bit less pink and more of a blushing tender red.
Compared to Han Bing's voluptuous treasure, it was even more glamorous, even more genuine.
When she saw Sun Ying's head dip down to look at her full and beautiful treasure.