"Minister, may we meet again." Today, Lin Jia was clad in sky-blue jeans paired with a shirt, exuding the sweetness of a ripe peach. This young girl was increasingly adopting Lin Meiqing's grace, bewitching in every frown and smile.
She and Lin Meiqing were two completely different types of women. Lin Meiqing was a mature beauty who still possessed her charm. She was sensible and knew exactly how to provide a man with the utmost comfort and pleasure. Lin Jia, on the other hand, was untouched—a genuine treasure worth exploring by any man. Every inch of her body was priceless.
"Take care," Shen Fanyun said, pulling his thoughts back to the present.
Lin Jia's eyes lit up. "Hehe, got it."
"Minister, you take care, too," Lin Jia smiled, then turned and dragged her luggage away.
