By sheer coincidence, the outfit Zhou Jialu chose today was remarkably in sync with the Wan sisters' style.
She wore a well-tailored little white suit jacket, short and sharp, with three small, rounded mother-of-pearl buttons fastening upward from beneath the taut curve of her chest, bearing the strain of her fullness.
Paired with a black bodycon skirt that tightly hugged her curves.
It was likewise a combination of tight, sexy innerwear and a loose, short outer layer.
The difference was that the Wan sisters had chosen a more everyday sailor-style look, while Zhou Jialu's outfit suited her role as a housekeeper. Put simply, the Wan sisters leaned sporty, while Zhou Jialu leaned businesslike.
Zhou Jialu strode forward on her long legs, handling her pointed high heels perfectly. They suited her temperament exceptionally well. Her velvet matte black pantyhose caught and shifted the light, making Su Bai sigh in admiration.
"So Senior Sister looks amazing in black pantyhose too."
"Hehe, it's not just your little girlfriend who can wear them. Her legs are slimmer, though, so they look more high-end on her..."
"That's wrong. In my eyes, there's no such thing as low-end or high-end."
Su Bai understood it quite well by now. In the aesthetic standards of women alone, tall and slender figures far outweighed voluptuous ones, but in Su Bai's eyes, each had its own merits.
What exactly was his type? He had never really understood before.
It was only after binding with System Brother and trying all sorts of beautiful women that he realized he was the type with an extremely inclusive taste in women. Simply put, he was a total pervert.
They set off.
On the way, Zhou Jialu contacted the place they were going to view and informed the sales staff at the showroom that they