It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but An Youyu only felt her tongue go numb. Her mouth was filled entirely with Lin Mo's scent, and her stream-like eyes were, at some point, veiled with a dreamy mist of tears.
Her snow-white skin flushed pink, and her eyes shimmered with ripples, pure and magnificent as crystal.
In this state, she could slay gods if she saw them, and reduce Buddhas to dust.
Chapter 182