The air suddenly fell silent.
"How could he... be so accurate?"
In that moment, Jiang Qingkui, while her cheeks flushed with color, couldn't help but have this thought flash through her mind.
Even though, should Zhou Wang miss, Jiang Qingkui might not mind him skirting the rules a bit, Zhou Wang's first throw directly landed the coin in such an... embarrassing position, making Jiang Qingkui inevitably suspect whether he was pretending to be a fool to catch a tiger.
But for Zhou Wang himself, he was quite surprised.
He was confident that the coin would most likely land on Jiang Qingkui, but... his aim was actually at Jiang Qingkui's leg.
After all, there were only a few usable spots, and to increase the hit rate, Zhou Wang certainly wouldn't directly aim at Jiang Qingkui's lips or chest. Comparatively, Qingkui's rounded, plump honeyed thighs were much easier to hit, and if luck was through the roof, directly hitting the "ultimate prize" wasn't impossible either...
