Before, when she went to the dance studio to practice, her coach praised her body proportions as outstanding.
As if to prove her point, she spoke while unconsciously sticking out her chest a little.
The grown-up girl had developed incredibly well.
She was like a ripe peach, exuding an irresistibly sweet aroma.
It was the sweetest and most delicious time.
When Joanna puffed up her chest, Ashton Heath was briefly startled. Then, his dark eyes couldn’t help but fall on that soft, white spot.
In his mind, he suddenly thought of that one night.
There, he had touched with his hand, the feeling so amazing it was hard to believe...
And indeed, she wasn’t thin at all; his hand couldn’t quite grasp everything.
He was well aware of whether she had meat on her body or not.
Looking at the thin girl with hardly any meat on her body, in reality, she was thin where she should be and had meat where she should have, not at all stick-like.
As Ashton Heath kept looking, his eyes became darker.
His gaze was too fiery and intense.
As Joanna talked and felt something was wrong, she looked up into his eyes filled with fiery heat, then followed his gaze, her face flushing with a wave of heat.
The young girl’s white face seemed to be burning, her cheeks bright red.
She glared at him, then quickly sat up straight and grabbed a pillow from behind her, hugging it to her chest.
Blocking that overly hot gaze.
Ashton Heath, that... hooligan!
What was he looking at just now?
Unexpectedly, the hooligan not only looked but also agreed with the words she had just spoken, nodding and saying, "There is some meat. It’s thin, but it grows quite well."
Ashton Heath truly felt that Joanna knew how to grow meat.
How could she grow so perfectly in every place?
He hadn’t seen many women’s bodies, but he knew hers was top-notch.
That one night, just a glimpse, had amazed him.
However, Aria, who didn’t know the situation, nodded in agreement, saying, "That’s right! Heartthrob, let me tell you, Joanna may look thin, but there’s still a lot of meat on her body! No, it’s not that she has a lot of meat, but the places where meat should grow are perfect!"
"Don’t be fooled by her thinness, she wears a C Cup, I tell you!"
Joanna’s face turned red as she stood up to cover Aria’s mouth.
"Ah, baby, why are you covering my mouth? I’m just telling the truth. Also, even if I don’t say anything, Heartthrob already knows, right?" Aria dodged with a mischievous grin on her face, "Ah, no, Heartthrob should know better than me, after all, you guys have already... hehehe..."
"Aria Rowlett, shut your mouth!"
Seeing Aria become more and more explicit, Joanna was both embarrassed and angry, stomping her foot and about to rush over to tear her mouth open.
A hot, strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.
She fell into the man’s warm, sturdy chest, embraced by his arm circling around her.
Hot breath fell in her ear. Ashton Heath’s lips almost touched her earlobe, his sultry, magnetic voice slowly entering her ear as he chuckled, "C-Cup, huh? So, my baby is so well-endowed?"
In an instant, Joanna’s face seemed to be burning up.
While Ashton spoke, his soft, hot lips brushed against her earlobe.