Corbin Crowley's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes deep, feeling as though the blood in his body was boiling.
He had to admit, this damn fat woman had indeed slimmed down, and her figure seemed to have become... more feminine.
But then he thought of something, his face turning ugly again as he quickly looked away.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat within.
Luna Sutton's attention was all on that bottle of shower gel, oblivious to his oddity.
Watching the wooden bottle of shower gel float farther away, she was almost dying with anxiety.
She paddled a few more times, realizing that the distance was too far, she couldn't possibly reach it; at this rate, she'd exhaust herself to death.
Even worse, she seemed to have cramped up, her legs losing strength.
Luna Sutton thought this was bad, she didn't want to drown in this river so soon after crossing over.
