By the pool, Zhang Yang walked over at an unhurried pace, bare-chested.
Under the night sky, his flawless physique was bathed in light. Every inch of muscle was perfectly defined, like a meticulously sculpted statue of a Greek god.
The bikini-clad girls in the pool all froze, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the figure before them.
"He's so handsome," someone murmured.
These days, any guy someone fancied got called a male god.
But not just anyone qualified to be called a male god.
At that moment, in the eyes of these girls, the guy before them had both a face and a body that nearly reached the ceiling of their aesthetic standards.
On top of that, he possessed more than enough wealth.
A ridiculously handsome guy with an unbeatable physique who drove a Cullinan.
If a guy like that wasn't a male god, then what was?
"This is what you call a 24-karat pure-gold tall, rich, handsome guy, right?" The pool water half-submerged the girls' breasts, while their hearts raced and they felt as though the water had risen several degrees with their body heat.
Just as men would inevitably have some thoughts when they saw a gorgeous woman, the reverse was true as well.
When girls saw such an eye-catching guy among them, their hearts would stir too.
Good looks were justice.
With wealth and looks stacked on top of each other, Zhang Yang's charm was naturally off the charts.
As Zhang Yang walked over, he watched the Friendship Points in his mind continue to rise.
"Hm? About how many girls are here?"
Zhang Yang counted, then compared the number with the more than ten Friendship Points already in his mind. He immediately made an awkward guess: the people providing him with Friendship Points were most likely all girls.