Wu Feng had actually experienced so many things by now that it was long past the point where he could be described as handsome.
Although Wu Feng still looked fairly good, the fusion of so many strange powers had given him an intimidating presence. Anyone who saw him would normally feel that he was difficult to contend with, or be filled with fear.
However, this woman had quickly moved both hands from Wu Feng's arms to his chest. Stroking his chest, she said coquettishly, "Wow, your chest is quite full too. I wonder how it compares to mine?"
As she spoke, the woman even tried to take Wu Feng's hand and press it against her own chest, as though she wanted to compare the fullness of their chests.
The little girl seemed not to understand any of this and simply stared blankly from the side.
Wu Feng frowned slightly and was about to remove the woman's hand when a sudden furious shout came from the large house in the distance.
"You shameless woman, why are you acting so wantonly? Are you trying to anger me to death?"
Wu Feng stopped himself from moving. The woman also released Wu Feng's hand, but she still stood tightly shoulder to shoulder with him, pressing her full chest against his elbow.
The furious shout had come from a man standing at the entrance of the large house.
The man looked like an ordinary farmer. He held a very ordinary sickle in his hand and pointed it at the woman with a face full of fury.
The woman merely glanced sideways at him and said, "What does it have to do with you? I can do whatever I want. I stopped wanting to live with you long ago. Divorce me—go on, divorce me. I have