"Of course," Yang Ming showed a slight smile, his gaze becoming very aggressive, scrutinizing the two women's figures, "Who can resist you? I mean, who can resist your outstanding charm?"
The two female warriors smiled gently, walked barefoot on the carpet, indicating Yang Ming should lie down on the sofa.
Then, one walked behind Yang Ming to massage his shoulders, while the other placed Yang Ming's feet on her thighs, gently poking them.
'The technique is a bit clumsy.'
Boss Yang commented as such.
'But it's more alluring.'
A faint wisp of smoke floated from the chest of the two female warriors.
Yang Ming's developed olfactory cells immediately sensed something strange, starting to pretend to be drowsy, frequently yawning.
The hands of the two female warriors began to wander, heading towards Yang Ming's chest muscles, circling on Yang Ming's thighs.
Yet, Yang Ming's nose emitted a slight snoring sound.
