550: Zhao Wen's Invitation

Zhao Wen's Invitation

"I'm not joking. That's really my size," Liang Ruoxu said.1

"You must have wanted to know a long time ago."

"You're insulting me."

"Am I wrong?"

"What do you mean I must've wanted to know for a long time?" Lin Yi said.

"From the first time I saw you, I could already tell."

"I don't believe you. I dress conservatively. I'd be surprised if you could tell."

"When the army holds a shooting competition, the sniper will automatically calculate the wind and direction, so I can also tell your size based on the clothes you're wearing and how hard they're being squeezed." Lin Yi said.

"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you a string of numbers and you'll finally understand."

"What numbers?"

"92, 59, 90…"

Liang Ruoxu was startled, and her expression changed to an unnatural one.

What kind of eyes did this guy have?

He could even estimate each of her dimensions?!

Indeed, being a scumbag was also a skilled job. Not everyone could do it.

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