"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Zhu Tinglan's ass is so perky..."
Ying Ming Hao's eyes clung to Zhu Tinglan's pert backside as though drawn by a magnet. He openly admired it, utterly ignoring the beauties nestled in his arms.
Beauties with such a wild streak were rare. Women like Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, Ye Hua, Huang Rong, and Lin Qinqin were almost all refined young ladies or demure girls from modest households, gentle and captivating, delicate enough to stir anyone's pity.
Zhu Tinglan, however, was like a rose covered in thorns, standing out brilliantly among this crowd of quiet, reserved women.
Although many of the Northern Territory's Demon Race favored a wild style too, their homeland was blanketed in ice and snow, and they habitually wore heavy sable coats. Their bearing looked entirely different from Zhu Tinglan's.
Ying Ming Hao turned to look at Qi Qing, who was also dressed in a wild style, and could not help sighing inwardly. Qi Qing still looked like an eleven- or twelve-year-old child. She and sex appeal were as unrelated as the wind, a horse, and an ox; she only looked like a little kitten trying to be fierce.
Qi Qing felt Ying Ming Hao's undisguised gaze as though it were burning her with fire. She immediately turned to meet his eyes, only to see him look away with undisguised disdain, still clicking his tongue. She instantly ground her teeth in fury, as though she meant to crush them.
Just what the hell did Ying Ming Hao mean by that?!
Was a great beauty like her not good enough for him?!
Qi Qing lowered her head slightly, her gaze slowly traveling down to her own body, and could not help furrowing her brows. This body was far too unremarkable: her chest was completely flat,