"Not peaceful? Where's it not peaceful?"
Xu Shu glanced at the Chief Maid's surging bosom with a touch of surprise, thinking to himself that indeed, it wasn't quite peaceful.
The Ghost Nun with severed fingers seemed to not be wearing that symmetrical and so-called liberating invention for women?
He hadn't noticed before, but now that he looked, they did seem a bit too prominent.
However, Xu Shu had seen over a thousand female disciples yesterday in broad daylight, so now his threshold was quite high. Such a minor scene barely counted as enticing to him.
He remained unfazed and followed the Chief Maid's gaze outside.
Moonlight beauty, womanly fragrance; the Wasteland vast, desolate; the hearts of men fraught with impulsivity.
Xu Shu:...
He couldn't find any anomalies in the Wasteland embellished with moonlight and distant kin, instead, a delicate fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
