So round!
Before any emotion stirred in his heart, that was Yu Ci's most direct impression.
The body upon the lake's surface embodied the concept of "roundness" almost everywhere. From the head and face downwards, following the curves from shoulders to ankles that flowed continuously yet drew in gracefully at the right moments, everything was plump and soft, displaying a thorough and mature allure. That smooth, clean head in particular seemed to prove that the woman on the lake was naturally suited to this look, while also reminding onlookers of her identity and stirring their thoughts.
It was Master Miao Xiang.
The bhikshuni beneath the purple moon concentrated on her practice, not even sparing a glance toward this side. Looking at her manner, it was easy for someone to assume that she had no idea at all about the man two miles away who was taking in every detail of her private body.
Ugh, what should he do? Should he say hello? Or pretend he hadn't seen her and paddle straight away?
Just as Yu Ci was scratching his head, the sound of flapping wings rang out. A bird with pitch-black feathers flew close to the water's surface, and upon drawing near the figure on the lake, it beat its wings and eerily hovered in midair. Speaking with a human voice, the words that Yu Ci heard it say were:
"Madam You, have you still not made your decision? Time is running out, you know."
The nun ignored this black bird, proceeding step-by-step with her own homework.
The color of the purple moon in the sky was also growing lighter, transforming toward a golden hue. The nun began to gather the "red thread," closing her lips and teeth. When the red thread was fully drawn in, she crossed her bare