The Young Master in white looked so refined. So beautiful. So pure.
Then suddenly, more passengers from the second carriage came out.
To their surprise, they were all women.
They stared incredulously at the Young Master.
They thought he's someone pure.
But how come he's seen riding in the same carriage as the women?
Only him in a group of young beautiful women!
'Is he a playboy?!'
At this moment, they anticipated that he would wrap his arm around any of these young women once they approached him. Or any of these young women would wrap their arm around his, like accessories.
While the men were disgruntled, disgusted, and looking disdainfully at him and the young women, the women were a mixture of those and a feeling of–envy?
Several of these women were actually envious of having the opportunity to get close to the Young Master like these young women.