Chapter 1253

Stan slowly turned to look at Rea's legs—they were long, slender, and fair. Her toenails, poking out of fluffy slippers, were sparkly and made her skin appear fairer. To be honest, she was not ugly—if anything, she was good-looking. Still, Stan turned away and smiled at Rea. "Are you a woman?" "What, are you saying that I'm a man?" Rea snorted in annoyance—her skin and appearance were perfect, as befitting of an heiress! "Really?" Stan flashed a sly smile. "Then why don't you prove it?" Rea puffed her chest, only for Stan to purse his lips. "Aren't those fake?" "I'm one hundred percent natural, and nothing about me is fake!" Rea huffed. "Stop looking like you don't believe me!" Despite the popularity of plastic surgery, Rea could proudly say that she never needed a scalpel—not even a tiny bit. All she did was professional skincare, and she was too young to need botox. She was a natural beauty and at the peak of her youth, so what use did she have for medical beautification?