"Hey, wait, I was still looking at that handchain!" Gu Xiaoer frowned and called out to the seductive figure, feeling disrespected and not liking the sensation at all.
The woman's slender high heels came to a halt, and she turned her head, her long wavy hair tossing as she released a strong perfume scent.
Her black bodycon dress traced her curves, but what drew the most attention was her semi-transparent organza design around the neckline, which made her cleavage particularly eye-catching.
Standing next to this woman, why did Xiaoer feel a strange sense of melancholy?
The seductive woman slightly curved her red lips, and her eyes behind the sunglasses had already sized up Gu Xiaoer—a pair of flat shoes, a dress, a long ponytail, a standard B-cup. Tsk, tsk, not much to see there.
The woman leisurely took off her sunglasses, lifted her red lips, and in a sharp, lazy voice said, "What's the use of just looking, are you going to buy it?"
Hey! What kind of attitude is that!
