Wan Sui held a glass of wine and threw her arm around Su Miaomiao's shoulder, pointing at the male model in the center.
"Baby, you need a man to heal after being hurt by one. Your sister has experience, this one's not bad…"
Her life philosophy was that life was short so seek pleasure in time. As for men, if you say goodbye, the next one will be more obedient.
The male model was wearing a white shirt, its buttons undone almost to the navel.
His vaguely distinct abs shone, making Su Miaomiao's eyes light up.
He took the initiative to pour a drink and sat beside her.
"Sister, do you want to take a slide on brother's abs?"
That greasy tone and his self-assured handsome demeanor suddenly reminded Su Miaomiao of Xie Yuan.
Some people truly have no idea how attractive they are.
She got up and moved to Wan Sui's other side.
"Stop it, I'm married. My husband would tear me apart if he knew."
