Before Chu Xiaoxiao could say anything, Sun Heng spoke with undisguised disdain.
"A country bumpkin is really a country bumpkin. The famous movie star, you don't even recognize Chu Xiaoxiao?"
"Right, the queen of foxy eyes, Chu Xiaoxiao."
Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly woke up.
She was a female artist who had shot to fame in the past year or two, hailed as a once-in-a-millennium beauty, especially those eyes, as enchanting as a fox's, capable of driving a man mad with a single glance – thus, the title of the queen of foxy eyes. She must've been at the height of her popularity when I was in my third and fourth years in college, as there were quite a few male students who were fans of Chu Xiaoxiao.
Back then, Zhang Xiaoshan only had Wu Xiaoru in his heart, so he never joined his roommates in masturbating to pictures of Chu Xiaoxiao.
"Sun Heng, didn't I tell you not to expose my identity carelessly?"
"I'm full."
