Her long black and thick hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, her eyes tightly closed, lips slightly apart. Her fair and delicate skin glowed with a faint blush, and her slender wrists were hooked above her head, further accentuating her graceful figure.
Ye Xixi had been frightened by the drug; now, as its effects kicked in, she felt unbearably warm all over, twisting her body in the crystal bathtub. Her alluring lips parted occasionally, emitting soft, mosquito-like moans of 'mm—ah—'.
Such allure, sensuality, confusion, and fantasy. Among the enchantment was a touch of a fallen angel's decadence, yet her youthful face was like the most pure mermaid nurtured by nature.
Everyone below the stage was captivated by this mermaid trapped in a fishing net, madly raising their paddles in an intent bidding war.
"Sixty million!"
"Seventy million!"
"A hundred million!"
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