C1256 Explosion

I looked at the soft, weak women, and could not help smiling wryly at the look on their faces when they begged me not to drive them away.

As expected, beautiful women are poison.

These women were clearly acting.

If they could not use their beauty, then they would use bitter tactics.

It's just that it's too late for me to regret it now.

Looking at the pairs of eyes that are sizing me up