Tang Si tightened his grip on the steering wheel, raising an eyebrow: "???"
Song Yi continued on her own: "Hey, I just said those guys have pretty good figures."
"Just that they need to apply more oil on, to make their muscle lines look even better."
She stared at the picture, contemplated for a moment, then continued, "As for the key areas below, staying more covered leaves room for imagination."
Tang Si's face darkened again and again.
Is this work or a matchmaking session?
"Imagination? What kind of imagination?" the man's magnetic, slightly lazy voice suddenly came.
Song Yi's grip on her phone suddenly tightened, frowning as she immediately looked up: "Tang Si?"
Tang Si's voice lifted slightly, with a hint of an upward curve: "Yeah, big brother's here."
There was a touch of a smile at the corners of his mouth, the tone lazy and magnetic, seductively making one's heart tremble.
