She was impatient, and seeing that Yan Funing was still not waking up, she pushed the door open.
Caiyu quickly stopped her: "Miss Pang, my young lady is very sleepy, please don't make any noise."
"It's time to get up." Pang Anmeng pushed Caiyu, but unexpectedly couldn't move her. "You have some basic skills."
Caiyu smiled and said, "I have strength."
"Miss Caiyu, please be kind. I have something urgent to discuss with your young lady."
"Wait a minute, I'll go see if the young lady shows any signs of waking up." Caiyu said and went into the inner room.
He lifted the gauze curtain, then the bead curtain, walked quietly to the bed, opened a corner of the gauze curtain, and found that his young lady was still sleeping soundly.
Caiyu let down the gauze curtain and turned around to find Pang Anmeng following behind her.
"Why is Miss Pang silent?"
"A martial artist." Pang Anmeng pointed at the gauze curtain, "Your young lady is so beautiful!"
She sighed from the bottom of her heart.
The girl's skin was so white and radiant, so delicate that it looked as if it could be blown away. She lay lazily on her side on the bed, her nightgown flowing smoothly, fitting her figure perfectly.
The breasts are breasts, the hips are hips, and what’s even more amazing is that the waist is so slender.
She is the kind of girl that every man would like, and even she was happy to see her.
Caiyu was quite proud: "That's it!"
Pang Anmeng looked down at herself, and she suddenly understood why some people called her a tomboy. Not only because she wielded swords and guns, but also because she didn't have the good figure of Yan Funing.
"What did your young lady eat to grow up?" She lowered her voice, "Tell me quickly."
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