Leng Yunlin smiled and asked him, "How is it?"
Ling Yichuan nodded in satisfaction, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, "90,60,90."
"Ah?" Yu Zexiao was somewhat puzzled, giving him a confused look. Ling Yichuan's peachy eyes mischievously slanted upward, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "Her measurements! They're simply PERFECT! You wouldn't know by her loose clothing, but she's actually quite substantial inside! —— You've scored big time."
Yu Zexiao's face turned dark in an instant.
He knew that Ling Yichuan, although not as frivolous as Mo Siyu, had been with countless women, not a hundred then at least eighty. He never left his old profession in conversation, just like Mo Siyu, they were cut from the same cloth!
Before he could denounce this lecher, Leng Yunlin came over with a playful laugh, "Is it her? It's her, isn't it? The one by your side? Tsk tsk, she seems pretty impressive!"
