As a Rascal Corpse, Gui Hu certainly knew what those two soft masses meant for a woman.
But the question is, how could such things appear on Little Budian's body.
Gui Hu remembered clearly, her front and back were the same; except for whiter skin, there was no hint of femininity.
But the touch in front of him could not be fake.
The night was hazy.
A glimmer of confusion flashed through his blue eyes, and Gui Hu's gaze moved downward.
Her clothes were soaking wet, the thin fabric clinging to her skin, revealing two bright, white bulges due to the collar torn open in struggle.
The girl's skin was as white as snow, tinted with a faint rosy hue.
Below her tightly closed eyes and pert nose were petal-like pink lips; although her face had not fully matured yet, it already displayed a nation-toppling beauty, promising to bend countless men to their knees as time passed.
