Sheng Ning sized her up internally, while Bai Oulan also watched her surreptitiously. Every glance felt like a stab to the eye. Sheng Ning's beauty was different from hers—before her arrival, she was the type men favored most, the type they wanted to conquer the most.
She was a passionate rose, the kind to make men dream and yearn.
The hands Bai Oulan held by her side clenched slightly. She thought she was being secretive, but every little movement was caught by Sheng Ning. Some people dared not act openly, but she did.
"What are you looking at? What's so interesting?" A female comrade by Bai Oulan's side asked with an aggressive tone.
"Looking at a beauty!" Sheng Ning raised her eyebrows, "Why? Can't I look?"
"You... you're simply insulting!" The female comrade fumed, "How can there be someone as shameless as you? Saying that is outright insulting."
