"What did you do behind our backs with Little Yang, huh? He actually remembered the size of your finger? Then, do you know the size of Little Yang's finger?" The rich madams laughed.
"You hooligans! The size of my finger is the size of my ring! What are you thinking?" Mrs. Mu spat, but she was extraordinarily pleased in her heart.
"We didn't think of anything. I'm only afraid that you thought of something about Little Yang!" Everyone teased.
These rich madams' unscrupulous jokes made Bai Yingzhu, Gu Yuanyuan, and Gu Xuexue's faces heat up.
After all, they were still girls and their skin was still a little thin. They couldn't say such words.
However, Bai Yingzhu couldn't help but wonder about Brother Junmo's size…
Gu Yuanyuan and Gu Xuexue fantasized about Gong Jue. Gong Jue's size must be very sturdy. If ordinary women couldn't withstand it, when would they have the chance to try it…
Just as the group of women was discussing.
