Seeking Pleasure

No one knew which idiot had started it, but the Kiss Cam stunt had somehow been aimed at Ronan and He Yueyin.

When the lights and everyone's gaze focused on someone, suddenly making them the center of the world, their physical and mental state was bound to change to some degree. It involved instincts passed down over countless millennia; the only difference was how much people had grown accustomed to them. What was more, countless people were egging them on, screaming at the balcony: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Tear them apart! Tear them apart! Tear them apart!"

To the people on the rooftop, He Yueyin was undeniably a top-tier beauty, while Ronan was a fresh young man, handsome and appetizing. They could not wait to watch an adults-only show. Better still if they could join in themselves.

Yet the two on the balcony reacted rather "coldly."

Everyone knew their own business. Ronan knew he was somewhat tense and excited, and his heartbeat had quickened a little, but none of that was enough to shake his mind. Nor did he intend to ponder the complex physiological and psychological mechanisms behind it. Following his simple emotions, he raised a finger toward the glaring light and swept it across the rooftop.

"Ninety-nine percent of the people here are older than me. Sister Yueyin, you're actually very young too—at least younger than fifty percent of the people here. Why can they be like that while we have to be like this? Why can they use this to have fun, while I can't feel it at all? Mm, I can't feel it."

By comparison, Madam Harold seemed more pleasing to the eye. At least she worked hard through hardship and bore pressures outsiders could not imagine—Ronan could understand that pattern, but he could not understand the