Zhou Wang was not familiar with this voice, but the outfits of these people in front of him, combined with the keyword "Xiaoxi," finally stirred certain memories that had been deeply buried in his heart recently.
Ji Xiaoxi.
There were many girls around Zhou Wang, but only a few, like Ji Xiaoxi, gave him such a special feeling.
Perhaps it was because of her extreme contrast, or perhaps due to the presence of the "Hidden Round." When Zhou Wang personally guided her step by step into "degeneration," he himself simultaneously fell into that abyss of intertwined desires, unable to extricate himself.
So when he heard this name, Zhou Wang immediately turned his head, searching for that figure.
A bus with the church logo printed on it stopped by the roadside. Young girls dressed in nun attire were laughing and boarding the bus. From a roadside window, a round-faced girl with youthful exuberance poked her head out, waving and shouting at someone in the distance.
