Zhang Jing was quite embarrassed and couldn't hide it.
Helplessly, she had to use her hand to cover her chest.
Just then, there was a loud bang.
Zhang Jing suddenly laughed like a blossoming flower.
It turned out that Luo yang was so absorbed in glancing at Zhang Jing's chest that he didn't see the road and ended up walking straight into a utility pole on the street.
Such an awkward situation made Luo yang pretty embarrassed too.
Rubbing his forehead, he chuckled awkwardly, "Sister Jing, why did you push me into the pole? You're too naughty."
Zhang Jing laughed until tears came out, playfully hitting Luo yang with her small fist.
It was only for fun, not meant to be serious.
Luo yang caught Zhang Jing's hand and pulled her into his arms, laughing, "Sister Jing, stop laughing."
Just thinking about Luo yang's awkward scene earlier made Zhang Jing unable to stop laughing.
As she laughed, Luo yang could feel her soft bosom bouncing against his chest.
