Zhao Dong walked over and glanced at the group of girls. Each one could be considered campus-belle material, with beautiful and well-defined features. They were all tall, dressed in short tank-top dresses, black stockings, and small leather boots, looking incredibly sexy and fiery.
One of the girls, her pretty face lighting up in surprise, spotted Zhao Dong and exclaimed, "Qirou, is this your brother? He's so handsome!"
Zhao Dong was 183 cm tall. Combined with his time in the military, his features were sharp and handsome, and he carried himself with a strong presence. He was undeniably handsome. The other two girls were now staring at him, completely lovestruck, with little stars twinkling in their eyes.
A baby-faced girl who was generously endowed said with open admiration, "Your brother is even more handsome than those Korean pop stars! He's literally the man of my dreams!"
"So, Qirou's brother, do you have a girlfriend? How about me?"
