How Exactly Do You Plan to Be Rude?

Tang Lan's lips curled slightly, revealing a disdainful smile as he replied casually, "Oh? And how exactly do you plan to be rude?"

Ma Xiaotao's figure could only be described as exquisite. She stood nearly 1.75 meters tall, with skin as fair and delicate as snow, and a full, proud bust.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, radiating a lustrous glow.

Ordinary girls, even those with slender and well-proportioned figures, could never compare to Ma Xiaotao in that regard.

What was more, aside from her height, Ma Xiaotao possessed a devilishly alluring figure.

She wore a fiery red cheongsam that accentuated her graceful, curvaceous silhouette. She looked like an immortal maiden who had stepped out of a painting.

Any man who saw such a beauty would probably be unable to resist taking a few extra looks, right?

Unfortunately, Ma Xiaotao not only disliked being looked at, but always regarded others with a lofty, condescending attitude, like a Princess high above everyone else, unwilling to let anyone tarnish her charm.

As a result, although Ma Xiaotao possessed a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms and cities, few people were willing to get close to her.

Ma Xiaotao was also proud and cold by nature, so practically no one could tolerate her temper.

Over time, everyone chose to keep their distance out of respect, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

But Tang Lan was different.

He had always welcomed beautiful women with open arms.

"Hehe..." Tang Lan looked at Ma Xiaotao with a smile and teased, "Don't you want to have a taste of me?"

At those words, Ma Xiaotao's pretty face darkened abruptly.

Her fists clenched as she gritted her teeth. "You filthy hooligan, you're courting death!"

With that, she raised her right leg and viciously kicked at Tang Lan.

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