The Dragon Maiden had a graceful figure, her curves undulating like waves. Her long, water-blue hair flowed down to her waist, shimmering with brilliance. On her pristine forehead, black lines faintly emerged. Her eyes, as radiant as the Star River, were glaring at Shi Hao.
They say you can't touch a tiger's backside, but now Shi Hao inadvertently touched a dragon's bottom. Even he was left speechless—it was purely accidental, yet it ended with a slap.
Her full hips trembled slightly, with rune light flowing around them. Clearly, even the powerful body of the Dragon Maiden was affected by the strike, feeling uneasy.
Of course, Shi Hao was deeply shocked as well. If it had been any other deity he slapped, their bodies would have exploded into pieces. Yet, the Dragon Maiden's crystalline flesh remained unscathed.
"Solid, plump, and with a certain elasticity," Shi Hao muttered inwardly.
