C917 Sad Depression

Liang Wenwen pushed open the door and entered.

She was wearing a welcoming dress, a cheongsam with a fork.

Her thighs were a little thick.

However, it wasn't a very thick type. It was one that was very white and looked very healthy. If one wanted to touch it, it would definitely be very comfortable.

She blushed a little because of the passionate look in my eyes. "Owner, may I ask