To tell the truth, the Little Holy Light Goddess was soft and fluffy, like holding a marshmallow in one's arms—comfortable, provided one didn't feel their body being gradually drained, which was an unpleasant sensation.
Although it wasn't the first time he had experienced this feeling, it was still very unpleasant.
However, unlike Qin Chu's bad feelings, the Little Holy Light Goddess was exceptionally comfortable.
A pale little face bore a faint smile, her big eyes squinting into slits.
The petite body curled up into a ball, looking just like a little kitten, even wriggling in Qin Chu's arms to find a more comfortable position.
Knowing that the Holy Light Goddess was one of the strongest local gods on the Sky Dome Continent and probably also the oldest in terms of age, her current size seemed far too youthful, to the extent that Qin Chu felt that if the uncles of the JC on Earth saw her now, they would definitely throw him in a cell to cool off.
