Wang Dahua took the initiative to approach Li Dahai. Under the watchful eyes of the public, a small hand rested on Li Dahai's chest, sensuously twisting her body.
"Old thing, ain't you afraid of being drained dry?"
"Flirty little vixen, you're more eye-opening than your man," Li Dahai, enjoying the woman's charm in his arms, replied with squinted, drunk eyes.
Wang Dahua feared nothing. After all, her reputation was already in tatters. "Look at what you're saying. You are our emperor. If this were ancient times, I would at least be able to be a concubine."
Saying this, she pressed her delicate body softly against Li Dahai.
"Oh wow..."
The onlooking group of riffraff gasped in shock.
They were driven mad with jealousy at the scene before them.
Why should this man have both power and money? Looking at Xiao Mei, now a soft puddle in Li Dahai's arms, they understood.
Among the gathered riffraff, many were bachelors who hadn't yet tasted a woman's flavor.