Contrast?
Moreover, the short-haired woman wasn't standing; she was crawling like a dog, following the corpulent middle-aged man into the room.
Noticing the looks from Jiang Xiao and Shi Shi, the short-haired woman coquettishly licked the corner of her mouth with her delicate tongue.
The middle-aged man's face was oily, with a smug smile on his lips.
His gaze was greedy and blatant, as if he were appraising merchandise.
His eyes roamed over Shi Shi, each lingering glance sending chills running through her.
Shi Shi clutched Jiang Xiao's hand tightly, her face pale, her eyes shimmering with fear.
Though still young, she could sense the malice and danger in the middle-aged man's eyes.
Jiang Xiao held Shi Shi tightly, not expecting her to act so convincingly at such a young age.
"Hehehe, what a truly beautiful little thing."
The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, his facial fat trembling slightly, clearly a sign of extreme excitement.
