Ten minutes later, Shen Yuan arrived at MS Café, where a sensual figure was standing at the entrance.
Lin Yuchang was indeed a beautiful young widow. Her smile had a special kind of allure, and under her sleeveless blouse, her breasts were full and round. Today, she wrapped her legs with black stockings, which were of the type that were evenly proportioned and fleshy.
"Sorry to trouble you with this, Shen Yuan," she said apologetically with a smile, "I left some of my child's toys at the café last time and forgot to take them."
"It's okay, no trouble at all."
Shen Yuan took out the keys, pushed open the door of the café, and also switched on a lamp.
Lin Yuchang, after setting her bag down, walked over to the counter and bent over as she searched for something.
Her slender waist and ample buttocks together formed an enchanting curve, unique to young widows, and Shen Yuan couldn't help but sneak a few glances with his peripheral vision.