Hm?
Lin Shen was just about to message Shen Yun about mass-producing pet food. He didn't expect them to be on the same wavelength—she messaged him first.
As usual, she sent a photo first to whet Lin Shen's appetite.
In the picture, Shen Yun was wearing a rare tiger-print slip dress that hugged her hips. It not only revealed her sensual shoulder line and delicate collarbones but also outlined her voluptuous and graceful figure.
The deep cleavage created by the dress was particularly stunning, looking as if it might spill over at any moment.
Her style was still bold and sexy, but now it had a touch of wildness, as if she'd never been tamed.
The corners of Lin Shen's mouth curved up as he typed his reply.
[Lin Shen: Aunt Shen, you're looking younger and more beautiful every day. You didn't suddenly message me just because you miss me, did you?]
[Shen Yun: Why not? I've been thinking about you day and night ever since we last met.]
[Shen Yun: [Photo]]
