It was Jiang Han's first time seeing Vanderk fully armed.
A breastplate, a skirted cuirass, steel boots, and a dragon-scale shield gripped in her left hand.
One look at her fierce bearing told you she could take an absolute beating.
Don't ask Jiang Han how she knew Vanderk could take a beating. Just know this: [Heisei Year 30, midpoint, Level 3 dragon bloodline, thank you].
But beyond the armor, one also had to notice the excellent outward image of this six-foot-threeish mature beauty: the jet-black bodysuit stockings contrasting with her set of black-and-blue dragon-scale armor, and skin as pale as snow, faintly glowing with a light cobalt-blue radiance.
Her aura and skin alone were enough to play with for an entire night in South City.
"Whenever I usually see her, she's wearing this elegant black dress. She gives off a very... mm, very reserved yet very beautiful feeling," Jiang Han said reservedly...
"She's the kind of girl I dream of seeing when I walk into that little train shop in Qinhuai, South City." Du Lingxuan was adorable, and her smile had a somewhat simple-minded quality to it, yet somehow gave off a heartfelt greasiness. If someone like this wrote webnovels, they'd get flamed for being [greasy] for dozens of pages.
"One of a kind." Little Eileen smiled like a black sun.
"Ah, one of a kind." Du Lingxuan made a gesture with both hands as though gripping handlebars.
"One of a kind, stop it, I'm already tempted to check how much a matching cosplay would cost, choo-choo-chooooo~" Little Eileen finished with the whistle of a little train. The wildly wanton smile on her face was simply a blend of angel and devil.
As a pure little cat, Jiang Han squeezed her thighs together and said righteously, "Dragon girls' horns aren't