The simple-minded Ah Dai couldn't help but feel his blood boil at the sight; after all, he was still a boy of not yet eighteen. Watching such a scene of drunken revelry, he couldn't help but be attracted, his senses constantly stimulated by the figures of the girls in white dresses fluttering by like butterflies. Yan Li was even worse off; drool nearly escaped him as his muscular arm was already wrapped around the waist of the girl accompanying him, his eyes filled with an intoxicated gaze. When Yan Shi first saw this scene, he was only slightly surprised, but he quickly returned to normal. In his eyes, these young beauties were nothing more than soulless bodies who had desecrated their souls. They had lost their self-respect, lost themselves, and were willing to be manipulated. Such women could hardly attract a man whose heart was dead.