As soon as she finished speaking, the aura of the woman in the light gown changed.
Inside the quaint, antique room, the light-gowned woman began to exude a cruel and tyrannical air, as if she wanted to eat Shen Bai alive.
It wasn't just her; the other dozen or so women all wore the same expression.
A look of sudden understanding crossed Shen Bai's face. "So that's how it is. I get it now."
He had said it before: the things that are free are always the most expensive. It seemed he was right.
These were the rules of Fengyue Street.
Upon entering, everything seemed to be free, but it was all a dangerous trap.
A hundred times in one night. And judging by the situation, it wasn't a simple "hundred times."
Shen Bai could feel a Suction Power emanating from the dozen or so women.
But this Suction Power was not the desirable kind.
The former was what men dreamed of; the latter was a steel blade that scraped the very bones.
