With a coy smile and sparkling eyes, the woman, barely visible behind the veils, was unbelievably beautiful—it was as if her laughter could hook away one's very soul.
However, Gao Ming had no interest in admiring beauties at the moment; his eyes could see what others could not. Through the translucent fabric and drapes, Gao Ming vaguely made out a gigantic, stinking fish body.
As the woman eagerly approached, the fish body thrashed, stirring all the veils like rolling waves, seemingly trying to drag Gao Ming into the depths of an abyss.
"Come closer, just a bit closer. Your handsome face is making my heart itch," Chunniang extended an arm from behind the curtain, as smooth as cream and as pale as white jade. But the odd thing was that her hand was more than two meters away from her head, which looked incredibly eerie.
"Do you think I'm handsome?" Gao Ming was quite calm, "Then you must be really starving."