บท 1471: Beauty Trap (1)

Jing Muchen reached out to hold her little hand and kissed it.

The twenty-five-year-old Su Ruowan, because she had just given birth to a second child, her body was well recuperated. Her figure was also more feminine than before. The places that should be protruding were protruding, and the places that should be concave were concave. Her waist was as soft as a water snake, and her skin was as smooth and tender as cream. She was simply a perfect stunner.

Rubbing Su Ruowan's soft waist, Jing Muchen asked absent-mindedly," By the way, how many boys are there in your class?"

".. Ah?" Su Ruowan was stunned for a moment before she replied honestly," 10."

"So many?"

"More than 10?" Su Ruowan's forehead was full of black lines." When I was studying financial management, there were 30 boys in our class."

".."

Jing Muchen's face darkened. He was obviously not very satisfied.