In the dim yellow light, inside the hallway, Shen Yuan was savoring this delightful sight.
He had admired many women before, always with a discerning eye, but upon seeing Dong Ya's curves, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
While she fell slightly short of the class belle or Coach Liew in proportions, and her legs were not quite on par with Chen Na, she still had a pleasingly balanced build—a quite high average score, indeed.
Especially now, Dong Ya's knowledge had her leaning against the wall, her buttocks naughtily raised, oozing charm.
Such a fine frame, and so skilled in flirtation, it was truly a shame only to have her working at the hospital.
"Join my harem; get food, drink, and spending money."
Shen Yuan thought to himself as he reached out to feel her buttocks. Although shaped nicely, they were not firm, just round and soft fat. So, he asked, "Do you work out regularly?"
"Not really, why?"
Dong Ya felt unusually nervous, her heart pounding like a drum.