Seeing the almost naked bodies, the gentlemen all looked away simultaneously.
Exiled Immortal was still young and naive about such things.
Qing was a battle maniac, only interested in fighting and excitement, with no interest in such matters.
As for John, he was forced.
John would not refuse beautiful things, but it didn't matter; someone else would refuse for him.
The vine firmly wrapped around his eyes was the best answer.
"You, you are not allowed to look!"
Elaria bit her lip gently, but her eyes couldn't move away from those fair bodies.
Looking at their size, then lowering their heads to look at their own, a thought simultaneously appeared in the minds of the three women.
"What's wrong with being small? Small is also cute!"
"Enough, Barry, let them go. Can't you see my friends aren't interested?"
Old Mac rolled his eyes, plopped down on the leather couch, and took a sip from his glass.
