C58 It Was a Love Affair

Qin Yumo stormed in, her stride so brisk it seemed to stir the air around her. Her jet-black hair fluttered slightly, and her lips were pressed together in a tight line. Her chest rose and fell dramatically with her fury, and the E-cup "assets" beneath her shirt quivered subtly. The fabric of her top was stretched taut, the buttons straining as if they might snap at any moment