"Holy shit!"
The redhead was startled; she looked the old man over and then commanded, "Stand up for me, let's see!"
"Oh!"
The old man obediently stood up right away.
With him standing, the tent he was pitching became even more obvious.
Moreover, the old man's gaze grew even hotter.
When it came to looks alone, Zhao Xin was much prettier than the redhead.
And don't let Zhao Xin's young age fool you; due to always drinking milk as a child, she developed quite well—her chest was actually much larger than the redhead's.
It's just that Zhao Xin was wearing a school uniform, and since it was quite loose, the old man hadn't realized just how good Zhao Xin's figure was.
Besides, at the old man's age, with his experiences, a woman's face and body weren't all that important anymore.
What mattered was a woman's willingness to fool around with him.
To the old man, as long as there was a place for a woman to pee, it was enough for him to play with.