"Sister Fei, why don't you find a man?"
There were some questions that Xiaofan had always wanted to ask. Sometimes, seeing her struggling like that, he really felt it was too hard on her.
"Huh?"
Feng Feifei, who was eating lunch, suddenly looked up at Xiaofan. Her originally relaxed eyes suddenly dimmed a bit.
"No one wants me," Feng Feifei said with a smile.
"No one wants you? That's just too far-fetched," Xiaofan said, scrutinizing Feng Feifei once more.
Black stockings, glamorous high heels. Long legs wrapped without flaw, rosy cheeks, tempting red lips, a faint perfume that captivates, and a proud 36D figure with clearly defined, sexy collarbones. If even such a woman wasn't wanted, how many women in this world couldn't get married?
"Being single is quite good." Feng Feifei seemed unwilling to continue on this topic. She responded lightly and continued eating.
