"What's so strange about that?" Lin Chuan grinned: "After all, I am a Chinese, aren't I?"
"Who knows about you!" Song Xiaojia flipped her hair and turned to leave.
Watching Song Xiaojia's departing figure, Lin Chuan suddenly remembered that night. This seemingly spirited girl appeared so gentle in bed, like a tender little kitten. She was different from Fang Yuan, who seemed ladylike in appearance but was very flirtatious behind the scenes, especially in bed, where she appeared quite wild. If not for Lin Chuan, most men would probably find it hard to handle Fang Yuan, this wildcat.
Song Xiaojia's back always sparked one's imagination, especially in that neatly fitted uniform, which gave people a sense of fetish for uniforms.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Rui glared at Lin Chuan and said: "Haven't you seen beautiful women? A beauty so close to you and you're looking at her instead?"
Lin Chuan scratched his head and chuckled: "I was just looking, nothing else."
