The naive Ah Dai couldn't help but feel his blood boil at the scene before him. After all, he was still a teenager, not yet eighteen. Faced with such an intoxicating sight, he was involuntarily drawn in, with glimpses of the fluttering white gowned girls scratching at his senses. Yan Li, on the other hand, was far worse. His eyes were glazed and entranced, his muscular hand already around the waist of a girl beside him. Yan Shi had only shown slight surprise initially but quickly regained his composure. In his eyes, these beautiful young women were merely soulless bodies, stripped of their dignity and individuality, willingly resigned to their fate. Women like these held no allure for a man whose heart was dead to any attraction.