A gray tank top, shorts, flip-flops, plus a string of Buddhist beads on the wrist.
That's not important, since this kind of attire is quite common, right? In the summer, many women dress like this at home, and if you compare it to what men wear: tank tops with loud underpants or beach shorts. When put on a woman... okay, it's the same for both genders.
The time to show off one's body had arrived.
From Chen Bao's angle, he could only see a silhouette; that waist, those hips, those legs, and the slightly lifted ankles resting on the grass, revealing a delicate and beautiful curve.
The soy milk in his throat choked him, and the cup he was holding spilled over, splashing on himself, a total mess.
After Chen Bao cleaned the soy milk off his arm, he noticed some had also splashed on his pants, and he was about to grab some paper—however, two sheets were already presented to him.
Looking up, Chen Bao was met with Qin Yu's face, and he was startled.
