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Qin Ruan's gaze swept across the other souls lying on the ground, all of whom were female Puppets.
Suppressing the revulsion in her heart, she sniffed the air again.
There was no pungent scent resembling that of daphne flowers, but rather the thick fragrance emitted by a woman in the throes of passion.
Chu Zifeng helplessly shook his head, his voice restrained and clear, "These are all rushing to entice me, only to bring disaster upon themselves by being consumed by lust. Alas, it's a curse to be born with such beauty—"
Qin Ruan curled the corner of her mouth, her face speechless.
This man was truly narcissistic, but looking at that face of his, he did have the capital to be so unabashedly arrogant.
Seeing Chu Zifeng's content expression, Qin Ruan said no more and turned to leave.
As she stepped out of the room, the light inside went out behind her.
With this step, Qin Ruan directly stepped out of the forbidden area.