Therefore, Zhao Gang remembered it, but why was Luo Shaowen specifically bringing it up now?
Suddenly, Zhao Gang seemed to realize something, his eyes widening like a tiger's, a glint of light flashing in them.
"It seems Brother Zhao has already figured it out," Luo Shaowen said, gently stroking his hand as he held a thick cigar between his fingers, nodding to the row of beautiful young women who had approached.
"These are the girls from back then..."
"Heh, Charles may not have many other skills, but his eye for women is admirable."
"Look at each girl here; according to ancient Eastern texts, they are all exceptionally well-born vessels, possessing abundant 'primordial yin' (vital energy).
"However, 'primordial yin' and 'vessels' are rather mystical concepts. For ordinary people, lust is a double-edged sword; what's the point of talking about vessels? Not aging prematurely is already considered lucky."
Luo Shaowen deliberately emphasized the words "ordinary people," then continued, "But, with extraordinary power, extending life through them is no longer a dream."
As he spoke, Luo Shaowen lightly wiped the lit cigarette butt with his finger, extinguishing the dark red dot instantly, replaced by a frosty hue.
"Brother Zhao, which path do you choose?"
"To die of old age in a few years or a decade, or... to outlive that person and then taste the power of the Republic's supreme ruler?"
Zhao Gang's expression changed, his eyes darkening.
Luo Shaowen clapped his hands lightly, and the beautiful girls approached, surrounding Zhao Gang. One girl wore a thin white veil, revealing her naked, fair, and exquisite body. Two pink nipples pushed against the veil, and her trembling, round, and firm breasts clamped around Zhao Gang's arm.
Other girls removed their meager adornments, revealing their pointed or plump, pink and delicate breasts, which enveloped Zhao Gang's aged feet and calves. The smooth, youthful skin contrasted unexpectedly with the aged, scaly, yellowish-brown skin.
Zhao Gang looked down, and seeing this scene, he was truly moved.
Compared to these youthful, alluring girls, he could so clearly see his own aging, his frail body, and how much he had sacrificed for the country. Why couldn't he indulge himself?
Suddenly, Zhao Gang's hand moved, ripping open the buttons of a girl's clothes—a revealing police uniform, a tight-fitting skirt, and long, black-stockinged legs—and reaching out to fondle her full, firm breasts.
The smooth, full, warm, and bouncy feel was intoxicating, not to mention the seductive moans. Zhao Gang lifted his foot and rubbed against someone else's breast, enjoying the sensation of several pairs of breasts squeezing and enveloping her. The girl's skin was so tender and slightly sticky, as if it could be broken with a touch.
This contrasted sharply with the old man's foot. A few moans escaped as his foot moved, brushing against a hard, tender nipple. He couldn't help but pinch it with his big toe, causing one of the girls to arch her back in pain, her voice both sweet and seductive, making one's blood boil. Zhao Gang closed his eyes, then moved his other hand up the snow-white thighs of the girl in the thin gauze dress, exploring the soft, pressed skin of her thighs, reaching her crotch, and grasping a moist, smooth mound of flesh. Soon, the sounds of "squirting, squelching" mingled with the girl's seductive moans.
Zhao Gang felt a tent gradually rise in his lower body, so hot and bouncy. He intensely enjoyed this youthful, powerful feeling, but without a healthy and long-lived body, even an old tree blooming is but a fleeting moment.
He opened his eyes, finally making up his mind.
******
The rooftop of a wealthy building.
Qin Yan clutched a wad of thin, dark, lustrous thread in his hand, staring blankly at the long, smooth, snow-white legs before him, as if washed with milk, and a pair of long, graceful, and delicately shaped jade feet.
Perhaps he was comparing them in his mind to Tang Lanyan's small feet, and the result was, of course, equally beautiful. Tang Lanyan's feet were the complete opposite of his own—incredibly delicate, with soles as plump as cat paws, exuding femininity.
However, because of her agile physique, whenever her jade feet moved, the smooth yet strong lines of her skin would "flow," revealing long, flowing muscles on the tender, bamboo-shoo-like insteps, like a running female leopard.
Perfectly combining beauty and strength, he didn't know how many times Tang Lanyan had kicked him away in order to witness this moment, but he didn't regret it at all.
Miss Luo Xuetang's entire foot was like solidified milk, her skin as smooth and translucent as ivory, soft and delicate, almost translucent enough to make one believe the exquisite beauty beneath.
Furthermore, her feet were long and slender, with gracefully arched insteps. Her curled toes and soft, smooth heels were all tinged with a delicate, moist pink. There wasn't a single rough callus or scratch on the soles; they were so smooth and tender that they were utterly captivating.
For Qin Yan, even touching them felt like a desecration of these precious treasures. He had a natural insatiable craving for beautiful things; otherwise, how could an ordinary person feel such possessiveness towards a powerful woman like Tang Lanyan?
Qin Yan rubbed the stockings in his palm, feeling their alluring, slippery texture. The small ball in his palm was only the size of a coin, demonstrating how thin and elastic the stockings were.
He brought the wadled stockings to his nose. As his nostrils flared, a strange, lingering scent of perfume mixed with a hint of sweat filled his nostrils—a fresh, musky fragrance, like crushed flowers mixed with honey.
Qin Yan's breathing deepened. He then moved his attention to the pair of beautiful legs lying before him. Straight and long, with exquisite lines, their white skin tinged with a delicate pink. Perhaps from a little sweat, the porcelain-like skin appeared even more smooth and supple, exuding an indescribable allure.
He reached out to touch them, but suddenly squatted down, cradling two delicate, jade-like feet in his hands.
The small, jade-like feet were only slightly longer than his hand at the tips of the toes. From the ten delicate, jade-like toes to the rounded, slender heels, the lines were plump and soft, like the soft pads of a cat's paw. A row of round, pink toe pads curled into fragrant indentations.
Exuding a fatal elegance, one could imagine how delicate and light her feet would be as she moved, seemingly without stirring a speck of dust.