Right before Wei Shi Lan, was two mountains of the lush jade color, erect with two pink peaks. Sui Rong's nipples looked ethereal, they were shaped in a sleeping pattern, facing downward with a part sunk into the skin.
He observed the breast with nonchalant eyes. Even though Sui Rong's generous chest was almost peerlessly beautiful, Shi Lan's expression was straight and he did not blink.
This time, Sui Rong had a front row seat to observing his reaction and could see how cold and unchanging his eyes were. They were difficult to read and it was as though her breast did not impress him at all.
When she was young, she had a row of men that reached from the center of the Pavilion past the market and even Chang'e's neighborhood, stretching into the perilous forest. That was how much of an unmatched beauty she was. No lady of her city was beautiful enough to create such a long line of suitors.
