Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall beggar at the entrance of the alley, running towards him.
This man saw that Duan Rong was short in stature, and was eyeing the steaming hot flatbread in Duan Rong's hand, clearly intending to snatch it.
Just as the tall beggar was about to pounce on Duan Rong, Duan Rong suddenly turned around and gave him a sly smile.
In that instant, a tiny spot of light appeared before the tall beggar's eyes.
The light flickered on and off, like the tail light of a firefly dragging through the night.
As soon as the light appeared, it burrowed into his forehead.
The next moment, not far from his vision, stood an absolute beauty.
In his entire life, he had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her eyes seemed to drill into his heart like bugs.
The beauty looked at him with a charming smile, continuously waving at him.
Her outstretched soft hands were as delicate as boneless, fair and flawless.
