Sun Wukong is not an ordinary person, so he remains calm.
With eyes flashing a pale golden light, Sun Wukong stared at the Ten Thousand Demons Queen and laughed, "You demoness, you have quite the figure, truly pleasing to the eyes."
He approached the Ten Thousand Demons Queen's bed, lifted the curtain, and scrutinized the queen.
In Sun Wukong's eyes, there's unhidden appreciation.
Now, he is no longer the Pure Yang True Immortal and is very familiar with such matters.
The Ten Thousand Demons Queen's appearance is akin to the heavens' most perfect creation, leaving no place without beauty, exuding lethal allure at every turn.
Upon hearing Sun Wukong's praise, the Ten Thousand Demons Queen, body twining like a snake, wrapped her snow-white arms around Sun Wukong's neck, gazing deeply into his eyes, seemingly enveloped in a misty, dreamlike haze.
