The woman who walked into the woodshed looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six. She was fair-skinned with a pleasant, if unremarkable, face, but her figure was stunning: long legs, a slender waist, and a particularly magnificent bosom.
Carrying a small wicker basket, she walked straight over to Lin Fei, crouched down, and placed her hand under his nostrils to check his breathing. Clearly, she wanted to see if "Simple San" was still alive.
"Amitabha, he’s still breathing!"
Chapter 955