C95 A Symbol of Birthmark

The night was blustery, with rain pelting down. Ye Fann stood on the balcony, a cigarette in hand, while inside the living room, a cluster of young women were eagerly peppering Huang Xinying with questions.

"Mistress, how long have you been married to the Master?" Such inquiries were quite standard.

"Mistress, you must be a 38D