"Don't look!"
Just as Lingdang finished speaking, Zhang Fei Xuan's expression turned odd, and he instinctively covered Lingdang's eyes.
"Men? Where are the men coming from?"
Wang Qizheng smacked his lips, "It's all women, damn it, it's like a live erotic palace!"
Gao Sishu's face was without joy or sorrow, but his fists were clenched slightly, revealing his gourd-like nature.
"Oh? Everyone sees something different?"
Song Yin looked at the lush forest, furrowing his brow slightly, for he too saw no males.
The forest was indeed a forest, but within it came enticing sounds, soft and echoing by one's ear, and inside, there was a group of women frolicking. These women, dressed in various fashions were jostling each other, revealing spring views, their laughter crisp with an undertone of licentiousness, like a cluster of flowers, with plum blossoms scattered about, transcending the ordinary yet insufferably worldly.
"Good heavens."