Cloud Tower Ghost Market, the Green Silk White Hair Building.
Wang Yuan watched with some surprise as the colorful-eyed courtesan Anya, who was greeting them with enthusiasm, and her sister who had come along with her, both looked somewhat unexpected.
It had been three days, and yet he had run into them again at the Ghost Market.
Although they were both wrapped in black hooded cloaks, which covered them tightly, the mere cloaks could not completely hide the explosively hot and graceful figures of the colorful-eyed women.
Moreover, they used some kind of fragrance powder, which lingered around one's nose like the faint scent of orchids or musk.
It made them seem even more tempting than when they were dancing passionately at the Ningxiang Restaurant.
However, Wang Yuan would never admit that he was the one who had chosen someone that night; it was Qiu Shaobai and Yuan Lang who had the heart and courage for lust—the two real critics, after all.