"What, brother, you're actually fantasizing about my body? You should know I'm over 30, and how old are you? Just 20, right? I'm more than a decade older than you."
Seeing this message from Lin Ying, Chen An couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh as he quickly composed a response.
"Oh, Sister Ying, you just don't understand. A voluptuous mature woman like you has a powerful attraction for men."
"What, what?"
Lin Ying's message came quickly: "A woman like me is also very attractive to men? You're not joking with me, are you?"
"I feel like my looks are continuously declining. Back in my twenties, I was really pretty."
Saying so, Lin Ying sent Chen An a picture, which he opened to see an image of her from her twenties.
But the Lin Ying from that time wasn't as voluptuous, somewhat slender, with a slightly gaunt face, though indeed pure and beautiful.