At this moment, the white figure came toward Wang Dadong.
She approached Wang Dadong without a word, merely extending a small, pale hand to him.
She was inviting Wang Dadong to dance.
And Wang Dadong inexplicably accepted.
Seeing this scene, Fan Shuishui's lips curled into a slight arc.
Could it be that she, a superstar, was so unappealing to Wang Dadong?
Even a dancer could draw his attention.
As Fan Shuishui murmured quietly, several figures stealthily approached her.
Gazing at the graceful figure right before him, Wang Dadong was entranced.
Before, when he was weary from killing, he too would sit on the sofa in the villa's living room, holding a glass of red wine, savoring such a beautiful dance.
Then, he would spend the night entwined with the owner of the dance.
That way, the negative effects of killing would naturally vanish.
Unfortunately, now, there was no longer anyone who, after his killings, would don a gauze dress and dance for him…
