Turning his head, Su Han saw a woman surrounded by dozens of protectors, slowly walking from the opposite side.
This woman appeared weak and delicate, her slender willow waist swaying along with her pear-shaped hips as if she might break at any moment, with two magnificent hills on her chest swaying up and down, captivating the soul.
Such an exquisite appearance made many people click their tongues as they saw her.
Almost at first glance, Su Han felt, if only for bedding, such a woman would be the most suitable.
She could probably drain any man dry.
"You damn woman, stop spouting nonsense, you know I'm not good with emotions, yet you're good at seducing men?" Zhao Xinying rolled her eyes, somewhat angrily.
