These were the beauties singing, and each note effortlessly crashed into Shen Zhou's soul, deeply enchanting him.
Whether it was their voices, their dance moves, or the devastatingly beautiful smiles they directed at Shen Zhou, everything pulled him deeper into confusion, as if he had entered an illusionary realm.
He was now unable to extricate himself, panting heavily, he couldn't help but raise both hands.
This, was like a command.
The beauties, still some distance away and continually dancing, clustered toward him.
From in front of him, behind him, to his left and his right, they surged like a tide—not a tide of water, but rather of fervent flames.
They all crowded into Shen Zhou's arms, seeking to press their bodies against his, the situation seeming increasingly beyond rescue.
If one were to look down from above, a very strange scene would appear.
