Ye Ge glanced toward the balcony once, then a second time.
Then, realizing he was a gentleman, he averted his gaze.
Only then did Ye Ge properly take in this small home. The modest apartment where Su Musu and Su Yue lived was about eighty square meters—and that was eighty square meters without the deduction of shared common space. The house was furnished with only the barest essentials, and while there was a television, it only picked up a few basic channels, with no paid set-top box subscription. Despite its simplicity, the place was kept immaculately clean and tidy.
Soon, the sound of stir-frying drifted from the kitchen. A faint scent of cooking oil wafted into the living room, not at all harsh, but rather carrying a warm, domestic air. Ye Ge intended to go into the kitchen to help them, but he was quickly pushed back out by Su Yue. With nothing else to do, Ye Ge had to settle for watching the local Linhai City channel on TV.
A little past eleven in the morning, Su Musu and Su Yue brought out the dishes. Su Musu was dressed in casual home shorts and a t-shirt, the "Mount Everest" on her chest stretching the fabric tight, creating a subtle sense of tension. At one meter seventy-three, her long legs were shapely, smooth, and full—the kind that, if she wore over-the-knee socks, would leave an indentation. These fleshy, long legs were healthy and beautiful, far more attractive than the "chopstick legs" that would populate the internet a decade later, without looking the lea…
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