She couldn't help but lower her head and glance at her own towering chest, her voice nearly tinged with a sob: "It's... it's become like this! This is not my desire! It makes me... makes me often feel an indescribable... heat and emptiness, making it difficult to fully immerse my mind in prayer and labor. My 'Wind of Jilun' has indeed become stronger because of this, the range has expanded to twenty acres, and the grapes are growing better, but... but..."
Marian suddenly raised her head, her shimmering eyes filled with pleading, shame, and a hint of anxiety tormented by this uncontrollable change: "Lord! This can't continue! I worry... I worry if things go on like this, my soul will be corroded by the scent of this rose! I cannot guarantee that I can maintain the purest faith in the Goddess and... and bodily purity! This is fundamental to our highest quality Purple Crystal Gold Brandy!"
