Although Bu was very poor, the woman dancing in front was captivating. Her thin clothing seemed ready to fall off at any moment, and her fragile body was faintly discernible. She was light and elegant, with a beautiful face.
Lin Shuo's heart ached. After all, facing such an overwhelming temptation, how could he not feel conflicted? How could he still be a man? The scene before him nearly made Lin Yun stammer, yet he understood—this was an exam. Lin Shuo clenched his feelings tightly, knowing he must not fail.
To become the hardest to conquer, Lin Shuo wanted to shut his eyes at that moment. Yet it felt as though he was paralyzed, unable to move, as if that figure had bound him. No wonder so many lives could not surpass it.
Lin Shuo wanted to laugh, but how could Lin Yunqing endure such beauty? If his daughter were to be born, wouldn't it feel like admiring a handsome boy dancing?
