"You're not small."
Song Shi teased and deliberately glanced at Du Ming'e's chest.
The latter's waist was slender and gentle, with moving curves that moved up her abdomen. Her chest was bulging and was quite bountiful. Otherwise, she would not have fallen facedown in the pool water.
"To think Brother Song is actually a wretched person. I didn't know about it previously. It seems that you really can't judge a book by its cover."
Du Ming'e scolded Song Shi with a smile. Her eyes were bright and carried a unique charm.
"I'm just telling the truth."
At this point, Song Shi suddenly sensed something and looked up at the horizon.
A golden dot of light flickered, and then the sound of wind and lightning surged over with an ear-piercing cry.
Ripples appeared in the void, and the ascenders who were still talking screamed. Many of them were directly shaken until they bled from their seven orifices and lost their hearing.
