“Yes, I have already taken out the latex from my chest according to your request. See, my chest is very flat now. If I’m not wearing a woman’s dress, I will look like a man from the front.” Zhou Feixue sighs and says.

Someone once took her as a man in the bar, which is a permanent wound in her heart.

Li Yong takes a glance at her chest and finds that what Zhou Feixue said is true. There is cleavage, but it’s actually made by the bra and it’s empty ...