Qingluan was wearing a skirt, and because it was particularly short, the view underneath left nothing to the imagination.
Song Yun really wanted to remind Qingluan about it, but he didn't dare—God knows what kind of fury might erupt from the girl if she knew he'd been stealing glances.
Just as Song Yun was hesitating over whether to take advantage of the situation, Qingluan suddenly shrieked, "Cock... cockroach, Song Yun, why do we still have cockroaches in our house?"
Song Yun was squatting behind her, and with her sudden jump, Qingluan toppled forward right onto Song Yun's face. He could only feel a large, round, and very elastic object wriggling non-stop on his face.
Lying on the floor and opening his eyes, Song Yun's gaze was filled with the sight of Qingluan's buttocks. Oh God, what the hell did I do to deserve this, to have a woman sit on my face like this today.