Song Enyan's gaze swept around before settling on the enormous couch in the center.
Nangong Ze's shirt was undone at the top three buttons, revealing a chest faintly exuding sensuality. Wrapped in his arms was a beauty, delicate as a flower, their intimacy evident as they rubbed cheek to cheek. Whatever Nangong Ze had said sent the woman into fits of shy and coy laughter.
Song Enyan's eyes were harshly assaulted by the scene, her fists clenched tightly.
Suddenly, she caught sight of something and her eyes bulged, even larger than brass bells.
It wasn't enough for Nangong Ze to be embracing one woman; he actually pulled another one from the other side into his arms. With a woman on each side, enjoying the fortune of a harem, he truly looked like a debauched and carefree playboy, treating the world as his playground!
How had he degenerated to this state?!
