A drop of water hit the back of my hand, and Chu Liangxia furrowed her brows slightly, involuntarily giving the girl a few glances.
Very tall, nearly one meter seventy, clad in a tight, red long dress that hugged her exquisite figure, and stepping in a pair of red high heels, she was mature and charming.
But—
She looked very young.
Her features were pretty, instantly striking anyone with awe, yet the thick makeup spoiled the lively beauty.
The attire was quite mature, but she must be quite young, probably in her twenties, still with the look of a university student.
"Is Lang Lin still waiting downstairs in the dorm building?"
Just as I withdrew my gaze, I heard the girl ask.
Lang Lin?
Consequently, I took another careful look at the girl.
It seemed...
She bore a strong resemblance to Yuan Jiaye's photos that I found online.
Uh.
This is the level of beauty at Beijing University?
Chu Liangxia felt slightly embarrassed.
