C135 This Is a Thick Thigh!!

Zhang Hang stood rooted to the spot, arms crossed over his chest, occasionally muttering under his breath like a casual onlooker at a spectacle.

Meanwhile, Wang Yu was a mere half-step from the cocoon transformed from a giant gourd. She gently raised her arms, tenderly pressing them against the cocoon's shell woven from vines and tendrils as if caressing a priceless work of art