The second batch of nine people had hardly made their entrance when all the men seated below were captivated by the woman in the Tang-style attire, standing in the antique-looking number 5 house in the middle.
She was the woman who had earlier asked Xia Yuxun for help, petite and delicately beautiful, appearing even more charming and graceful in traditional dress.
After entering the room, she first timidly surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings before shrinking into a corner, hugging her knees, her doe-like eyes frantically scanning her environment in alarm.
Gradually, she couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry due to the foreign, grating sensation.
"So hot…" She leaned against the cool wall, but her body continued to heat up in waves.
Her soft and helpless demeanor nearly tugged at the hearts of all the men, stirring up their protective instincts.