Chapter 395

Yang Fan, though already in his thirties, maintained an extremely well-kept figure.

His skin was fair and felt as smooth and delicate as satin.

When Yang Fan grabbed those two soft and full handfuls, they were so slippery that he almost let them slip through his fingers, and before he knew it, they had slid out of his grasp. His figure was similar to that of Zhang Yulan, both of the plump type, which had a slightly sensual feel to it.

Such a figure, although not as flexible as a willow swaying in the wind, was very comfortable to be underneath.

However, this wasn't fat, just full-bodied.

Such a figure, between fat and thin, is what many men favor.

And for a man like Yang Fan, who was universally loving, there was nothing to pick on in such a figure.

As long as she was not too fat or too thin to the point of showing bones, he liked her.

He played with those two soft handfuls and squeezed them together, then bent down and took them into his mouth.