Red, with lace trim, and a demi-cup at that.
She made no effort to cover up, and Chen Yu took a calm glance.
You could say her assets were impressive.
But that was about it. In terms of figure and looks, she probably couldn't even compare to the Phoenix Suns cheerleaders.
Especially since being around the NBA meant he was constantly exposed to all sorts of beautiful women.
He'd long since grown numb to it.
It was just that her title as the "number one beauty in tennis" gave her an extra layer of celebrity glamour.
'And if he were to be blunt, in the eyes of a doctor like him, they were just a few ounces of flesh—hardly worth a second thought.'
Kournikova offered Chen Yu a faint smile and asked what was next.
"Lie on your stomach."
Just then, a nurse brought in the necessary supplies.
Kournikova quickly lay face down again, the arch of her back forming a perfect curve.
'She really kept herself in great shape.'
'Her thigh muscles were just a bit thick.'
