Liu Erlong was also sizing Bibi Dong up from the side, her expression growing darker and darker.
When a woman saw someone similar to herself yet more outstanding, intense jealousy would arise.
Compared with girls like Xiao Wu, she had always known she would have a place in Xu Ran's heart. After all, they were a bunch of little brats. Even if they were beauties in the making, there was still some distance between them and an intellectual, mature woman like her.
Xiao Wu and the others were shy and could not let loose. She had already spent more than half her life muddling along, and once she had thought things through, she could let go of all her inhibitions. Even when Xu Ran did not take the initiative, she would press herself right up against him.
Previously, Xu Ran had never had anyone with a similar style to hers around him, so she had not needed to worry that he would tire of the old and favor the new. But Bibi Dong's appearance now gave her a sense of crisis. She had the same voluptuous figure, and she was also the Pope, with a halo of her own. Clearly, Xu Ran might prefer the female Pope a little more.
Never mind anything else-how impressive would it be to take the female Pope out by the hand!
"Xu Ran, who is she? Why is she in your room?" Liu Erlong delivered a soul-searching question, her narrow eyes fixed firmly on Bibi Dong. That wretched woman Bibi Dong fought me over Xiao Gang back then, and now that I like Xu Ran, she's sticking her hand in again. Is she doing this on purpose?
She truly wished she could pin Bibi Dong beneath her and beat her soundly, to see whether