Wendy stood at the door in a black and white maid's outfit, the lapels of her clothes wide open. Although a twelve-year-old girl had yet to develop, it was already beginning to show.
Holding her hands on her abdomen, Wendy carefully looked at Watson.
Ever since Liszt brought her from that house, her life was much better than before. Not only did she have abundant food to eat every day, but she could also sleep on a soft bed and occasionally take a bath. After so many days, not only did her body grow a little taller.., her originally pale cheeks also became rosy.
Girls developed early. Although Wendy was only twelve years old, she already looked like a fourteen or fifteen year old girl.
Beside Wendy was scarlet.
