Jing Che greedily embraced the women on either side of him.
"Young Master Jing! How did your face get hurt? It's all bruised up! What a pity for your handsome face." A woman cooed, clinging to him as she asked.
Jing Che, who was initially in a good mood, grew solemn and then scoffed at the mention of the injury.
"Some cheap wench was into me, but I wasn't into her, and she got angry out of embarrassment!"
At his words, all the women present burst out laughing.
"Young Master Jing, your charm can really make all women fall for you!"
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
In the doorway stood a sexy and beguiling woman.
She was wearing a provocative uniform and held a tray in her hand, on which sat a bottle of fine red wine.
In her other hand, a whip coiled around her wrist. She exuded a primal charm from head to toe.
The woman teasingly licked her lips at Jing Che.
Upon seeing the tantalizingly dressed woman, Jing Che instantaneously became excited.
