The beauty's voice was delicate and mosquito-like, ethereal and pleasant to the ear.
Wang Dalai, upon hearing her, became somewhat infatuated and disoriented.
His gaze began to grow hazy.
"Brother, can you save me?"
Xiao Mei, with a voice as delicate as an orchid, asked.
"Yes, yes, of course I can."
The gang of hooligans behind him were getting impatient.
Rushing forward, they reached out eagerly to help Xiao Mei up.
"You brothers are really kind-hearted."
"That's natural, we're famously known for helping others with joy."
The leading hooligan declared.
The beauty shyly placed her slender fingers on the man's hand.
Amidst her eyebrows and eyes, a seductive charm flowed.
A smile brought with it an innate allure.
Her gentle smile almost managed to snatch away Wang Dalai's soul and spirit.
Wang Dalai felt as though he had entered an unprecedentedly beautiful landscape.
Where birds sang and flowers fragranced the air, aroma wafting everywhere.