Fang Ting turned her head to look at a sensuous beauty wearing a black tight dress that revealed her fragrant shoulders. "Nolan Zhi, you can't be serious, right?"
"Shuangshuang, you don't mind, do you?"
Nolan Zhi looked up at Ma Shuangshuang, who hummed. "Whatever you guys want, he's not my boyfriend, I'm just a bit curious about him."
"That's what you said."
Nolan Zhi stretched lazily, and the curve of her seductive figure was outlined by her tight dress, perfect enough that any man present would've popped his eyes out.
If one had to describe her, this woman could compete with the Empress from the One Piece manga, every movement exuding an air of dominance.
"This guy is doomed," members of the Heroine Association said as their president personally intervened. "No man can resist this."
"Nolan sister, teach these foolish men a lesson."
Immediately, other women chimed in to support her.
