960 Unexpected Guests

Her face blossomed like flowers, charming and alluring in every way.

A fragrance so robust, it was almost as if hundreds of flowers were in full bloom.

This scene made Ye Feng unable to help but feel a bit dazed and enchanted.

Not just him, probably even a monk who had devoted his life to stoic Zen practice would find his peace disturbed in the presence of these delicately fragrant, beautifully blooming, and charmingly diverse beauties.

"Do you have temple fairs here? Back in the Capital City, every New Year's Day, my older sister would always take me to the temple fairs!"

After happily looking at herself in the mirror for a long time and narcissistically smelling herself, Jiang Yuxin looked hopefully at Ye Feng.

Seeing that pleading look in her eyes, Ye Feng immediately understood everything as clearly as if he were looking into a mirror.