At this moment, he really wished he could rush onto the stage, pull Sophie Wilson into his arms, fiercely cover her crimson lips, tear her dress apart, and take a good look at what kind of enchantress she truly was.
Otherwise, how could she make him so obsessed, arousing the deepest desires within him, making it impossible to extricate himself?
Sophie Wilson's charm was not merely the simple allure of a woman; it carried a tenacity amidst endless seduction.
Her allure had strength, like a blooming rose with thorns on the edge of a cliff, to be admired from afar but not trifled with.
Moreover, as Sophie Wilson danced to the back, she suddenly leaped off the stage, her eyes seductively gazing as she danced and walked straight towards someone.
The extras below the stage spontaneously stepped back without any direction, making way for Sophie Wilson.
Those extras continued to wave their arms enthusiastically, jumping in excitement, letting out bursts of shrill screams.
