The boy squinted his eyes and looked at the woman on the screen with interest. She was not very beautiful, not stunning, but she was very attractive. She had a face as big as a palm, her eyebrows and eyes, and her upper eyelids were a little curved, making her eyes look like two crescent moons. When she was not smiling, she always felt that her eyes were smiling and saw that tender little face was only twenty-two or three years old. His father actually ate young grass. What kind of figure would such a beautiful lady have?His eyes were downward---I have to say that as long as a man sees such a figure, she will react. Her bones are slender, her figure is petite, and her skin is as soft and white as fine porcelain. The two little white pigeons on her chest are holding it in a slim way, not too big or small, but like a newly mature peach, making people unable to help but want to bite a bite. Although the boy is only sixteen years old, he has the scheming and patience over his age. But at this time the big bird in his crotch was about to move. He looked down at the slowly supported crotch, joking,Hello, brother, give me a face