Teacher Jiang's persona was perfect for a master in the romance game. When he sat there silently, he resembled the type of rebellious youth with some stories to tell, although he had long passed that youthful age.
At first glance, his eyes appeared very innocent and beautiful, the corners tinged red, lashes curled, with distinct features and slightly upturned thin lips. Following his Adam's apple down to his shoulders, under the shirt was a back and waistline that led to shapely buttocks and legs.
A human world's wonder.
This was a man who could captivate women of all ages instantly.
Su Nanzhi held a stemmed glass filled with milk—just handed to her by Jiang Beiyu—drinking it with the most standard wine-tasting posture. Meanwhile, she watched the stunning human world beauty effortlessly charm a group of women surrounding him.
In Su Nanzhi's view, those women seemed like they would willingly pay just to sleep with Jiang Beiyu.
Tsk.
