"What the hell!"
Qin Yang was startled. He originally thought she was a stunning beauty—her back, her posture, her aura, her silky hair, her figure—all screamed goddess, the goddess of goddesses. He was even willing to replace the image of the goddess in his heart with hers.
But now...
He couldn't accept it.
The woman did have a face. But that face wasn't human; it was one belonging to some unknown creature. There were no eyes, no features—just a circular, sharp-toothed mouth taking up the entire face.
"Get the f*** away from me!"
Qin Yang desperately tried to fly up, but as soon as he lifted off, a tentacle hidden in the river yanked him back down. He battled fiercely, swimming madly toward the shore.
Damn it.
What the hell is this thing?
Are you trying to scam me?
Using your alluring back profile to deceive us naive, kind-hearted believers in true goodness and beauty?
"Help! Somebody help me!"
