The wonderful scene that male players had been hoping for did not occur. Apparently due to some supreme rule, Zhong Ling's clothes seemed to adhere to her body. She could tug at them a little, but then they'd be instantly pulled back to their original place under some kind of force.
No matter how hard she tried to pull, she couldn't even achieve a state of "disarranged attire", let alone create an inappropriate or indescribable spectacle.
In the gaze of the male players filled with helplessness and disappointment, San Yue anxiously inquired of Ye Weiming, "Ah Ming, what do you think is happening?"
"What else can it be?" Ye Weiming shrugged, "System rules restriction, as players, we can't expect to see anything inappropriate in this game, otherwise, the ship will summon 404 space meteorites for a forced grand finale."
San Yue rolled her eyes: "I was talking about Zhong Ling's condition."
"Oh," Ye Weiming responded with an embarrassed smile, "She has been given an aphrodisiac."
