Even the several women closest to Wang Ye couldn't resist squeezing toward his embrace, eager to press their bodies tightly against his.
"Sigh."
Wang Ye let out a somewhat helpless sigh. He had only come to race; what had he done wrong?
Then, Wang Ye's body began to twist in a distinctive trajectory. These women surrounded him tightly, but even so, under Wang Ye's maneuvering, not a single one managed to touch him as he squeezed effortlessly out of the crowd.
"I really didn't mean to make new friends, you all have fun, have fun."
Wang Ye looked back and spoke to the beauties who were trying to catch up, and just then, an extremely innocent-looking girl approach him, smiled, and said:
"Hello, my name is Ke Linger, and I'm a racer from Forty-Nine Turns Mountain. Would you like to get to know each other?"
Wang Ye sized up the girl who claimed to be Ke Linger.