Outside the airport, Ian Song saw Murong Xinyue’s best friend.
She looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, tall and voluptuous. Her white crop top was lifted high by her ample chest, revealing a smooth, fair midriff and a pretty navel adorned with a pink diamond. Sexy and fiery, she drew countless glances from passing men.
At the moment, she was leaning against the hood of a domineering black Hummer. Her long legs, wrapped in black stockings and knee-high boots, gleamed with a seductive sheen.
Anyone with a particular taste would surely sigh—these legs alone could keep someone entertained for three years.
Looking up, one would see her fiery red short hair, and two purple-gold hoop earrings dangling from her crystal-clear earlobes. Her delicate features were no less stunning than Murong Xinyue’s.
"Shangguan!"
"Xiao Yue’er!"
As soon as they met, the two women hugged each other affectionately.
Suddenly, Ian’s eyes narrowed slightly—he saw that there was a pair of hands on Murong Xinyue’s perky butt.
"Ah! You’re terrible!"
Faye's hand landed squarely on Cynthia's butt, making Cynthia Murong squirm and push her away, cheeks tinged pink. "You pervy woman! I can't believe after all these years in the States, you're still as shameless as ever."
"Hehe."
Faye Shangguan just grinned, her sultry eyes sliding over Cynthia Murong's body. She licked her lips. "Looks like you've filled out even more. Nice and firm!"
"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm seriously going to get mad!" Cynthia shot back, exasperated by her best friend's constant teasing.
Faye just shrugged, clearly unfazed by Cynthia's warning. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to Ian Song, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief. "So, is he your little boyfriend? Not bad looking, fits your vibe... but I wonder how he is in bed. Hope he's not just all talk and no action, you know?"
With that, she turned on her heel and strode up to Ian, eyes blazing. "Hey, cutie, have you and our little Cynthia here ever hooked up? Or maybe... how many times?"
Watching Faye get more and more outrageous, Cynthia Murong couldn't help but grow flustered and annoyed. She raised her voice: "Faye Shangguan, that's enough! If you keep this up, I'm cutting you off! And for the record, Ian and I aren't what you think—we're just regular friends."
"Just regular friends, huh...?" Faye looked them both up and down, clearly skeptical.
"We only met right before boarding," Cynthia explained quickly.
Ian chimed in, "I mean, I'd heard Cynthia's name before, but honestly, we only really met at the gate."