She could tell that Sun Wukong's reverence for his master had reached an extreme extent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so eager when talking about things.
Nuwa slowly brought her red lips closer, and, under Xuan Feng's curious and Wukong's pained gaze, she gently sipped.
The unique chill of the Flat Peach juice, combined with its sweet peach flavor, instantly swept through Nuwa's entire mouth, sweet but not heavy.
Her taste buds tingled slightly with the overwhelming sensation of the peach juice, spicy yet not burning.
There was not a hint of discomfort, but rather, as the mixture of sensations intermingled, the taste was enhanced to the utmost, even more comfortable. With one gulp, it was extremely satisfying.
Nuwa couldn't help but squint her eyes with pleasure. Ah, that refreshing feeling!
With one swallow, this clear sensation!
Nuwa's brows smoothed out, her beautiful face like thawing ice and snow, captivating.
Regrettably, no one appreciated this.
