After reveling in his success for a moment, Kawashima Haruhiro stared at the masked woman and said with a wicked smirk, "Lingzi, look how late it's getting. Shouldn't we be turning in for the night?"
"Alright, let's turn in." The masked woman lowered her head and smiled faintly, seeming a little shy. Her expression and reaction were all the more captivating.
He clearly didn't notice the strange glint that flashed in the masked woman's beautiful, seductive eyes.
The masked woman let out a laugh like tinkling bells. She simply raised a delicate, jade-like hand and touched Kawashima Haruhiro's forehead with a slender, pale fingertip.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The moment the fingertip touched him, Kawashima Haruhiro froze in place, as if he'd been hypnotized or had his pressure points struck.
Upon closer inspection, one would see that not only was his body completely still, but even his eyes were glazed over in a daze.
