"Oh, oh, I'm full, can't eat anymore, really can't eat anymore... Oh, pig's trotter, oh, oh, I could still eat one more piece, mwah!"
"Ah! Who's biting me! Eh? Yuhuan!"
"Ah, ah... pig's foot, my pig's foot... don't leave me..."
Pei Yuhuan's cheek was pinched as she painfully opened her eyes, waking from a beautiful dream with tears in her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, there was no sumptuous feast, just a single temple, a Buddha statue, a Green Lamp, and in front of her, a young nun dressed in a sea green robe, in the bloom of her youth.
Although her head was shaved, she was born with a lovely charm, eyes misty with sleep, with a delicate sweat glistening like fragrant jade pearls, her soft chest undulating, and dew-like droplets rolling down her heart like peony petals. Her supple waist like a willow, full of spring allure just like a bird, cherry-like small mouth with sweet saliva joyously spitting out the tongue tip.
