The jealousy of all the women.
Instead of retreating, Ding Jianguo felt even more pleased, and her fighting spirit grew increasingly intense.
Who didn't have a little vanity?
Ding Jianguo's vanity was now thoroughly satisfied.
Women.
They chatted about everything under the sun, including men.
But if that man was someone they all loved and liked, then, well, sorry about that. They might be sisters on the surface, but behind the scenes, there would be all kinds of clashes, every strike hitting the heart, killing without shedding blood!
Palace intrigue.
Many women were born knowing it.
Ding Jianguo didn't really understand it, but a woman's instincts had awakened her fighting spirit. She had already been extremely fond of Ding Ling, and especially after successfully asking him out, all the women had united against her. That stimulating feeling made her hair stand on end, and every pore on her body opened wide.
It was exhilarating, yet she couldn't help trembling.
This trembling was, of course, not from fear.
It was the excitement of being about to go onto the battlefield and kill the enemy.
Ding Jianguo was that kind of person. The stronger her opponent, the stronger she became. She was a true female warrior, not some delicate little girl. Even when pursuing a man, she was much more decisive and capable, with her execution fully charged.
Just like now.
If she had been an ordinary introverted woman, she might not have been able to withstand the murderous gazes of all the women and would have retreated in embarrassment.
But she wouldn't.
She stood there openly and boldly, raising her head to face the 'enemies from all sides,' full of ambition, her eyes sharp as lightning, like a God of War.
All the women were dumbfounded:
"This woman is that fierce?"