Zhang Jingdong, seeing Zhao Ziqiu taking the bait, promptly said, "Your legs are indeed beautiful, long, white, and straight."
Zhao Ziqiu, flattered, a flash of pride in her eyes, unexpectedly stretched her legs onto the center console.
"Since you find them beautiful, then I'll let you have a good look!"
Zhao Ziqiu knew that if it came to looks or temperament, she was no match for Lin Xirui, but when it came to her figure, she was quite confident.
Because she had not only lived in bunk beds with Lin Xirui but was also her closest dorm mate, she keenly knew the only two advantages she had over Lin Xirui.
One was that she was taller and had better body proportions, and the other was that she could be more proactive and let loose around men.
And with Zhang Jingdong, Zhao Ziqiu knew she had another advantage: she was Lin Xirui's best friend.
