C95 You Don't Have Much Time Left

Ye Luo turned his head, locking his gaze on Lee Yu's chest, and continued with a hint of envy, "It's clear you come from a wealthy family, owning your own private airstrip at such a young age. And it's so impeccably smooth—smoother than mine. I must admit, I'm quite jealous."

Qi Yue nearly choked, her disbelief evident. An airstrip? Smooth?

She couldn't help but glance at Lee Yu's chest