Zhu Zhuqing blushed.
The redness spread from her ears all the way down to her neck.
Even her speech became halting.
Gu Linyuan could tell at a glance that Zhu Zhuqing was saying the opposite of what she meant, but he did not expose her directly.
"Actually, Zhu Qing, you've always been my ideal type. If Sister Zhu Qing wanted to pursue me, I wouldn't be unable to consider it," Gu Linyuan continued.
His gaze swept over Zhu Zhuqing's body.
A youthful face, enormous breasts, absurdly wide hips, and a huge butt...
That type made it difficult for any man not to like her.
Even in his previous life, this had been the ideal type for most men.
But ideals were full, while reality was cruel. In his previous life, girls with such figures during their youth would often put on weight within a few years and become unbearable to look at.
So if he truly encountered that sort of figure in his previous life, it was best just to look. If he married her and brought her home, he would find her looks depreciating wildly—plummeting at a terrifying rate.
But on Douluo Continent, there was no need to worry about such problems.
Soul Masters' bodies were full of vitality.
With normal cultivation, a Title Douluo's body would not age too severely within a hundred years.
No man would dislike huge breasts and a big butt that could maintain their beauty.
"Gu Linyuan. You!"
"I really don't know who taught you to be so smooth-tongued."
"Pah, pah, pah. How could I possibly be your ideal type? I'm not even that outstanding."
"Besides, there's nothing particularly remarkable about me. If I'm your ideal type, then there must be plenty of women who could be your ideal type."
Zhu Zhuqing puffed out