In front of Qin Tian appeared a pair of delicate feet.
Inside the red high heels were a pair of tiny, exquisitely pale and crystal-clear feet, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, yet still emitting a tantalizingly seductive allure.
Accompanied by that coquettish voice, Qin Tian's gaze moved upward, and the higher he looked, the more stunned he became.
Unlike Murong Fei's nation-overthrowing beauty, the beauty of this woman in red appeared flamboyant and somewhat unreal, as if she had been sculpted after several surgeries in South Korea.
Unlike Murong Fei's natural beauty, which felt natural and comfortable and bore no trace of human modification.
Even so, such a beauty at the party was already capable of rivaling Murong Fei in popularity.
After all, Murong Fei was not dressed revealingly; she relied entirely on her personal charm, whereas this woman probably made every man fantasize at first sight…
"President Qin, do you really intend to keep me standing here?"
