Surrounded by several burly men, Diwu Ming in her sexy red dress was like a rose blooming on a bed of iron thistles. As soon as Yang Fan entered, he was startled by this striking visual contrast.
This woman... how should I put it, she seemed to truly possess an air of regal dominance.
Sitting there with her legs crossed, she was lighting a lady's cigarette, with her highly slit red dress revealing a large expanse of snowy skin. It lured Yang Fan's gaze, making him very curious to explore what treasures lay within the folds of the dress.
At some point, her short silver-grey hair had been replaced with black mixed with flecks of chestnut brown.
Yang Fan thought this color suited her far better than the grey.
Many women like grey, but Yang Fan could never grasp what they found appealing about it.
But in his opinion, grey not only made the skin look unhealthy but also, more importantly, made one appear older.