I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

Guided by Zhao’er’s pointing finger, Xian Qianling subconsciously looked in the direction she was pointing.

At first glance—"Wow, so big!"

This was the first time Xian Qianling really paid attention to Zhao’er’s ****.

Although she had known Zhao’er for some time, as a "half-rival," Xian Qianling rarely interacted with Zhao’er.

What’s more, any person who saw Zhao’er for the first time would surely be stunned by her peerless beauty, and afterward, all attention would be fixed on her face.

In the past, every time Xian Qianling saw Zhao’er, it was like this. For some reason, Zhao’er seemed to have a kind of magic power. No matter how long you knew her, no matter how familiar you were with her, if you didn’t see her for a little while and then saw her again, you’d feel that shock of celestial admiration as if it were the first meeting all over again.

Zhao’er dressed very simply, in a slightly tailored shirt. The thin shirt couldn’t confine Zhao’er’s towering Jade Woman Peak, which caused Xian Qianling, a woman herself, to exclaim, "Wow, so big!"

"Zhao’er, your..." Xian Qianling glanced at your gradually disappearing silhouette, then leaned into Zhao’er’s ear and asked softly, "Have you measured your bra size? What size is it?"

"Guihua measured it; she said it’s F+."

"Eh, F+?"