Ye Luo rose from the body of that young beauty and walked toward these two beautiful women. By this time, both women had suffered heavy blows, their internal strength was in chaos, and they couldn't move at all. Watching Ye Luo approach, their expressions slightly changed.
Ye Luo's eyes twinkled with a hint of malicious intent as he arrived beside the two beauties and praised them, "You both are truly stunning. I really wonder how you maintain yourselves, such skin, such hair, it's enough to make many women envious."
As he spoke, Ye Luo's hand gently traced the faces of the two women, feeling the tenderness of their skin, as soft as that of women in their twenties.
"What... what do you want to do?" the two beauties asked, their gazes fixed on Ye Luo, their expressions flickering with fear.
