"Jiang Ting, what are you doing?"
I watched, my breath turning hot.
Jiang Ting's skin is very fair, and while the apple is not big, it fits perfectly in one hand.
Combined with the youthful, vibrant tremble, it's incredibly enticing.
Most importantly, she is the white moonlight in my heart, holding a special place within me.
"Am I prettier, or are those two vixens prettier?"
Jiang Ting intentionally pushes out her chest with the apple.
"You're deliberately making it hard for me."
I chuckle inwardly, seeing right through her little scheme.
This is clearly Jiang Ting getting anxious, afraid someone else will snatch me away.
"Yes, I'm making it difficult for you, but like this, you should be able to tell who's prettier."
Blushing, Jiang Ting unexpectedly takes off her bra.
Those two soft pinks bounce out like rabbits, shaking energetically, providing a visual impact.
The tips on the apples, like freshly budded red tea shoots, stand erect, pink and tender.
