After a while, the already beautiful women became even more radiant. Although they did not meet the 85-point system requirement, they were no less beautiful than Cheng Xiaowei and the others after dressing up, and each had their own merits.
There was no need to take pictures this time. Several women came to the mirror and looked at their faces carefully, with an expression of disbelief and surprise in their eyes.
Even before they encountered these beasts on this doomsday, they had never dressed up so carefully.
The self in the mirror seemed to be from another world, so beautiful that it intoxicated myself.
This sudden beauty gave several of the women a glimmer of hope in their despair, and a last glimmer of attachment to life emerged in their eyes.
After checking the time and the message on his phone that Bi Xiao was safe, Ye Lang smiled with relief and said softly:
"We Dragons have an old saying: Even if we die, we must die with a full stomach. It's almost noon now, and we haven't eaten yet.
Jia Jia, quickly call the teaching assistant up here. It's freezing cold, let's have hot pot together as a farewell to these nine beauties."
Song Jiajia understood Ye Lang's true intention and immediately called the teaching assistants.
The other women also immediately packed up the chairs and benches, and pulled the nine beauties to sit down quickly, while chatting lively with women's gossip, trying to dispel the haze in their hearts.
The nine girls also realized that Ye Lang and the others were trying their best to make them feel warmth and care, and wanted them to give up the idea of committing suicide.
Although they still had scars in their hearts, the atmosphere had become so lively and it was time for dinner, so they slowly relaxed.
Ye Lang took out two steaming hot pots. The fragrant soup base spread instantly, and long-lost smiles appeared on the faces of the girls.
They no longer cared about Ye Lang's magical ability. They all rushed to taste the delicious food. The hot soup dispelled the chill in their hearts, and laughter gradually filled the room.
As the hot pot meal progressed, Ye Lang quietly observed their changes, feeling secretly relieved.
He knew that this brief warmth might not be able to completely heal their trauma, but at least at this moment, they had regained the taste for life.
And...
Ye Lang noticed that Ayiguli was glancing at him from time to time, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes. He didn't know when her favorability had quietly climbed to 99 points.
She is the key to making the Nine Women completely give up their intention to die.
Ye Lang's heart moved, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked to Ayiguli's side and said softly:
"Come with me, I have something to say to you alone."
Aiguli was slightly stunned, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she finally stood up.
Ye Lang brought her to a bedroom, looked at her gently, and whispered:
"Ayiguli, let me be frank. I want you to survive, especially you."
Aiguli's eyes were slightly red, she bit her lip, and after a moment of silence, she shook her head softly:
"I...we have truly suffered so much that just thinking about it makes me want to die quickly. Only by dying can we forget all that pain."
Her voice trembled, and her eyes were full of pain and despair, as if she was thinking of some extremely difficult and painful memory.
Ye Lang was silent. He guessed something but still couldn't fully understand their suffering.
His lips moved slightly, but Ayiguli continued in a firm tone:
“Brother Lang, you don’t understand, we can only be freed by death.
If you knew what those beasts forced us to do, you would definitely despise us.
Only death can wash away our sins."
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