Mythical World.
Red Dust Mansion.
The Bodhisattva Guanyin of the Westward Journey World lay on a jade couch, her face gray as death, her eyes vacant, lacking the solemn divinity of the past. She seemed like a fallen fairy trapped in the Red Dust, violated a thousand times over.
Though she didn't see herself in a mirror, her body's condition was clearly reflected in her dazed eyes, full of marks, red and purple, looking rather shocking.
Her shapely, long legs were spread wide apart.
It seemed like she was too happy to close her mouth.
Zhou Chen!
The terrifying man stronger than Buddha by countless times, didn't treat her gently, even approached a cold indifference with rudeness.
A long time passed.
Only then did the Bodhisattva Guanyin of the Westward Journey World drag her exhausted, full and proud body like a rag doll into the hot spring pool.
Her full and voluptuous body sank into the water, taking quite a while to scrub herself inside and out.
