Because she had just finished showering, Tang Song sent a video call, and she haphazardly wore only a strapless top.
As the camera zoomed in, the delicate collarbone, slender shoulder and neck lines, and the faint curves of the chest...
appeared on the screen.
Her skin was impeccable, with the unique, delicate moisture of a southern girl, radiating a milky glow under the light.
"See...did you see?" Zhang Yan obliviously asked.
"I see it," Tang Song replied with a laugh in her voice, "Hmm, your skin is really nice, and your figure is not bad, just a bit too thin. Remember to eat more meat."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan was momentarily stunned and then belatedly realized what had happened.
She let out a small "ah" in surprise, hurriedly pulling her phone back.
In an instant, the camera only showed her blushing face and eyes filled with embarrassment and shyness.
"You... you... I..."
"Hahahahaha..."
The light laughter echoed in the study room.
...
Breakfast was simple.
