As a girl who was strict with herself and even a bit obsessive-compulsive about perfection, she maintained an excellent figure as well. Even beneath the conservative and loose school uniform, one could still discern her slender waist and long legs; the glimpse of her bare feet exposed to the air just now was like a finely sculpted piece of art.
But Zhu Qingyue still seemed dissatisfied.
Especially after meeting a rival who could be considered her equal, a naturally beautiful girl who shared her level of attractiveness.
"Have you ever seen Xing Jie's abdomen?"
With a serious expression, Zhu Qingyue placed her hand on her own flat stomach.
"Did you see any abs definition?"
"... What's that?"
"It's the muscle line between the rectus abdominis and the external oblique muscles," the girl spit out several technical terms, gesturing through the fabric with the direction of her finger, "roughly... from here to here."
