Let's set aside the devastation back in Lu Town for now.
Zheng Xiu hastily canceled his Divine Travel. The moment he opened his eyes, he froze, thinking he'd fallen into another illusion.
Peach-colored halos bloomed around him, and white petals fluttered through the dungeon, creating a sea of intertwined pink and white flowers.
Four beautiful, fair-skinned figures with fragrant breath pressed in tightly against him—they were none other than his four lovely consorts. Their faces were flushed a rosy red as if drunk, their hazy eyes roaming and exploring.
Zheng Xiu was the filling in a sandwich.
He was the filling.
And the girls were the bread.
The current situation was that there was plenty of bread—four whole portions of it, all fair and white—but far too little filling to go around.
"You all..."
This "sandwich" situation had come on so suddenly. With a SWOOSH, Zheng Xiu was stripped bare, feeling both chilly and hot all at once.
