Corbin Crowley's Adam's apple bobbed as the color of his eyes deepened. He felt like every drop of blood in his body was boiling.
He had to admit, this damn fat hag really had lost weight, and her figure seemed to have... a touch of femininity now.
But as soon as he thought of something else, his face turned ugly and he quickly looked away.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat inside him.
Luna Sutton was completely focused on that bottle of shower gel and didn't notice his strange behavior.
Watching as the wooden bottle of shower gel drifted farther and farther away, she was getting frantic.
She splashed around a few more times, realized it was too far out of reach, and if she kept it up she'd exhaust herself for sure.
Even worse, her legs seemed to be cramping, and she couldn't get them to work.
Luna thought to herself that this was bad—she really didn't want to drown in this river just a short while after transmigrating here.
