Looking at Cheng Qiuyu in front of him, dressed in a red and white riding suit, both beautiful and cool.
Tang Song's eyes slightly lifted, and a barely disguised admiration flashed through them.
The first time they met was when she rode her motorcycle and slowly approached.
At that time, he thought she had a great figure, with square shoulders, a slender back, long legs, a thin waist, perky buttocks, and a full chest.
Even more impressive than the few female motorcycle bloggers he followed on Douyin.
And crucially, her face was also very beautiful, the quintessential Mature Lady look.
Today's outfit was equally eye-catching, particularly her perfect hip-to-waist curve outlined by light-colored tight jeans, which was very provocative.
Noticing his gaze, Cheng Qiuyu pursed her lips and looked down at the concrete floor.
Today's Tang Song was indeed different, seemingly more flamboyant and unrestrained than during their previous meetings when he was more reserved and gentle.
