Chen Yirou and Song Guanchao clearly saw the change in her expression.
Chen Yirou subtly raised an eyebrow at Song Guanchao, who could only smile awkwardly yet politely, "Mr. Yang."
Yang Xue stood up from the pool, water cascading down her skin from her shoulders.
The deep cleavage of her bikini bounced up and down, unmistakably natural without any alterations.
Her shoulders were delicate, perhaps not the perfect angular ones Chen Yirou mentioned, but still quite slender.
The bouncing pair on her chest seemed like ripe fruit on slim branches, disproportionate to her lean figure.
Further down, her flat and tight abdomen seemed excessively flat, making Song Guanchao suspect she was deliberately holding her breath.
Beneath the abdomen, pink triangle swim trunks cling to her, damp and snug.
Clearly, she was meticulous with her entire grooming, not just under her arms.
