Someone whistled, "Wow, truly a delicate flower, looking so pitiful."
Easton noticed the crowd showing quite some interest in Softy, and proudly raised an eyebrow, "Of course, anyone brought by Easton is no ordinary woman."
Then he showed her off like a treasure to Matthew Saxon, who had been sitting silently in the corner, "Matthew, take a look. If you find her pleasing, she's yours tonight."
Matthew slowly lifted his head.
The girl's pure and captivating face was undeniably beautiful, exuding a fresh and refined aura, evoking thoughts of many pure and lovely things.
She looked like every man's fantasy of a perfect first love, pure yet extremely beautiful.
Matthew glanced indifferently and lowered his eyes, seemingly uninterested.
Easton was taken aback, surprised, "No way, this kind of beauty doesn't interest you?"
The others hurried to chime in, "If you're not interested, then we'll..."
