I had been walking behind the receptionist lady.
Veronica was her name.
Speaking of which, I was aware of her name when her coworkers kept calling her. But not calling her like a friend, but with an insulting tone. They complained about the way she dressed.
"Aren't you angry?"
"Why should I be angry? I knew this was the risk of having an above-average face and body."
Her voice seemed to be holding back her irritation. However, a trace of confidence was still clearly exuded.
What she said was not a total lie, in addition to her long hair, charming smile, and beautiful face she had, she also had charming curves.
Even from behind, I could see her two buttocks dancing to the rhythm of her footsteps.
I bet you will have dirty thoughts in your head when you see those two dangerous things.
But there's no way I would make such a stupid expression like a man with a dirty mind.
I just focused on following her to the test room.