Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked ahead and saw that the room was very large, with many people staring at her in unison.
Their eyes were filled with amazement.
Her beauty was untainted by a speck of dust, pure like an angel, yet carrying the temptation of a devil, making one sink into it.
This Eastern woman was beautiful to the point of heartbreak.
Numerous jealous eyes stared at Lan Xin Ai, making her feel as if she were being pierced by thousands of knives.
Lan Xin Ai also saw clearly everything in front of her; there were at least thirty women in this room, no, more, why were there so many women?
Looking at their features, they seemed to come from all over the world.
"Beauty."
A sudden voice interrupted, and Lan Xin Ai looked up to see a rugged man sitting in a chair. His frame was bear-like, yet his shoulder muscles were poised, each inch visible in detail.
Lan Xin Ai stared at him for a moment: "You're the one who captured me."
