Advance!
Advance from the group of death!
By the time Jiang Han realized she had done it, Du Lingxuan had already dragged her away.
"At least let me get changed before we go."
Jiang Han complained.
Du Lingxuan, who was holding her hand and leading her forward, awkwardly froze for a moment.
A bright flush rose to her face. This woman's skin and constitution seemed to be the type that blushed easily; after seeing it once, it was no longer surprising.
"Then we'll go to the lounge!"
With that, she charged onward again like a whirlwind, evidently in an excellent mood.
Jiang Han was in a good mood too. She had done the right thing.
"This girl is so rash and careless. Maybe she's the tomboy type? In witch terms, she'd be called a witch who 'doesn't stand on ceremony,' right?"
Helplessly, Jiang Han let herself be swept along like a Cat Lamp drifting with the current.
As she watched Du Lingxuan hurry ahead, her skirt occasionally fluttering up to reveal thighs wrapped in gradient beige tights, Jiang Han felt the trip was quite worthwhile after all.
Sure enough, no matter who it was, seeing beautiful things could put them in a good mood, couldn't it?
No wonder they chose good-looking models.
Jiang Han simply could not imagine a company choosing especially ugly models for the sake of "doing the right thing." At least, such a thing could never happen in the Witch World. When witches spoke of "doing the right thing," they often meant restoring the glory of the older generation of witches.
"Lead the witches to slaughter all demons and devils;"
"Lead devils and demon servant armies to slaughter all angels and elves;"
"Lead elves and angel servant armies home to cook and sleep;"
"Only then would