Chương 270: My Insomnia Is Relapsing?

On the white pistil, Boa Hancock was folding her arms before her chest and sleeping soundly…

But why would Jiang He find that description a little weird?

His eyes were still fixed on Boa's body.

She was clothed, wearing something resembling a qipao—sleeveless and open-collar, and the skirt slit almost reached the hip.

Maybe because it felt breezier wearing that.

Either way, the first impression she had on Jiang He was… beautiful.

Everything from her facial features to her figure to her body ratio was perfect. If he had to put his finger on one flaw, it was her breasts being too huge… almost on Mu Wanqiu's level.

Of course, that would be nitpicking.

Another person's looks were her own business.

Sick of grains? Even carrots and green veggies have their own admirers.

One must not deny others just because they are big.

"Wonder how that feels to the touch, though…"

Jiang He plucked Boa Hancock off the pistil.