Well, there's also her lips, the pink hue, the slightly thin upper lip, the pretty ridges in the middle. When she's not speaking, they always maintain a slight upward curve, as if filled with hope and energy for everything in life. And not to mention, once you pry open her pearly teeth, that intoxicating sweet taste— even he didn't understand why he, who always hated kissing, enjoyed deep kissing with her so much.
"Hmm, not very pretty," he teased her deliberately. Jian Anning paused, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then, does she have a very hot body?"
She felt a bit sour. In the United States, there are plenty of busty, blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauties. If Yu Zexiao said the woman he liked was not particularly beautiful, then she must have a really hot figure!
"Well, regarding the body…" Yu Zexiao stroked his chin and looked at her.
How should he put it, Jian Anning's figure wasn't the most explosive, but it was the most comfortable.
