Aya threw herself into Fang Zhou's arms, who opened his arms to embrace her, feeling as if he couldn't bear the weight, his legs buckled, and he fell backward, with Aya on top of him.
He instinctively measured with his hands; in terms of figure, Aya and Cheng Xing each had their own merits, but Aya's temperament was superior.
Moreover, this Taiyin Green Wood Spirit Body was indeed indistinguishable from a real person; temperature, texture, scent — all were one hundred percent realistic. Even through the fabric, he could feel the softness and elasticity pressing against his chest, the sense of pressure was intense.
These thoughts flickered through Fang Zhou's mind, immediately suppressed by him, yet even so, Aya became aware of them.
However, she was now soft all over, limbs powerless, unable even to roll her eyes, she could only say to Fang Zhou in her heart, "Mind the occasion."
The tone was flat, but there was still a bit of annoyance.
