Lin Chuan's face broke into a sly grin as he seemed to recall the scene where he teased Song Xiaojia. Once, after getting drunk at Night Color Bar, Song Xiaojia brought him home, and taking advantage of his drunkenness, he boldly felt her up thoroughly. Looking back on it now, it was indeed a fond memory. That girl had such full breasts, and they were so perky. They were pretty much on par with Tang Yumeng's beautiful bosom.
At this moment, Lin Chuan couldn't help but compare the two women in his mind.
Tang Yumeng was the gentle and virtuous type, strong on the outside but tender on the inside, a woman who was understanding and exuded a captivating charm; whereas Song Xiaojia was forthright and simple-minded, full of youthful vitality, and her body still retained that raw, immature scent. This girl in her early twenties had been a cop for just over a year, yet she was bent on cracking major and serious cases, harboring lofty ambitions.
