30. It's not a deadly sin, Brother White Fox.

This bar isn't like those discos, where the clanging sounds are so uncomfortable to hear. In comparison, the music here is softer and more enchanting. Many beautiful girls twist and stretch themselves out in a dance pool, while the gentlemen sit in their booths like hunters.

I scratched my head uneasily; this place is a game of hunter and prey. Those in the dance pool aren't necessarily the prey, and those sitting aren't necessarily the hunters.

As for me, I'm neither hunter nor prey.

As time ticked by every second, when the last group left, the Nine-Tailed Fox appeared before me again.

This time, I took a good look at his face.

Pearly teeth, cherry lips, skin smooth as cream, eyebrows sharp as swords and eyes bright as stars.

He was truly a beauty.

The most handsome man I had ever seen was Heizi, but this man was even more delicate and ethereal than Heizi.

If Heizi was gold on the ground, then this Nine-tailed White Fox was the stars in the sky.