The Adventurer's Test

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.