As a God King with absolute confidence in her own strength, Zhao Ji naturally dressed entirely for her own comfort.
As a result, her clothes tended to be looser, and most were made of gauze.
The only reason she normally never exposed herself was because of her immense strength—ordinary people did not dare look at her casually, while the defensive formation she maintained around her body kept her clothes snug against her skin.
But Qiu Tu had neither that awareness nor those means. Especially after transforming into Zhao Ji, he was still wearing his own clothes. His build had originally been larger than Zhao Ji's, so when he lowered his head, all he could see was pale white skin.
It had to be said that Zhao Ji was indeed the most beautiful woman Qiu Tu had ever seen. That referred not only to her looks and temperament, but also to her skin, figure, and everything else.
Before, Qiu Tu had only known that Zhao Ji had a nice figure, without any intuitive understanding of it—during their only two intimate encounters, he could only feel it through her back.
But when he looked down today, he realized that he had truly "underestimated" Zhao Ji.
C+, maybe even D. And the shape is really nice. Like bamboo shoots—so pink and tender.
Qiu Tu had just been marveling at the wonders of nature's creations when, the next second, his hairs stood on end and a layer of goosebumps seemed to rise across his back.
"Three."
"Fuck!" Hearing that bone-chillingly cold voice, Qiu Tu jumped in fright. Only then did he remember that Zhao Ji, inside the Punishment God Domain, could actually see outside.
And not only could she see outside—she was sharing his vision!
So, all this time, he had been staring at