Little Garcia was still sitting on Leonard Churchill's lap, watching the two of them chatting, when Bun-Haired Miss suddenly joined in mischievously, giggling: "Leonard, I want your guidance too~"
Bun-Haired Miss had just taken a bath and was wearing only a bathrobe, with nothing underneath, of course.
As she twisted, the robe split open, revealing a vast expanse of her chest.
Her proud bosom swayed before his eyes in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Leonard Churchill took a glance, then another glance.
Little Garcia watched that gaze with a smiling face, seemingly understanding that kind of admiration. It wasn't the first time, and she wasn't the least bit shy, letting everything show freely.
She seemed to remember something, and a mischievous flicker crossed her lively and flowing eyes: "Hahaha, just the other day while chatting with Rita, she said you especially like plump ones... I also noticed, it seems to be true.."
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