Ye Zhixing, Shang Jingchen, and their companions all looked over in unison.
A seductive woman in a low-cut, backless gown with chestnut-colored wavy hair was swaying toward them. Her skin was incredibly fair—unnaturally so—and looked as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg, as if it would break at the slightest touch. Her makeup was exquisite, and her alluring eyes seemed to hook onto anyone who looked at her.
However, in front of Shang Jingchen, this charm was entirely ineffective. As she drew closer, he was hit by a heavy, pungent scent of perfume. Finding it suffocating, he turned away and sneezed.
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