Hathaway took a bite and Locke's shoulder bled on the spot.
Hiss!
Locke was in so much pain that he sucked in a breath of cold air. This little girl, what's wrong with her?
After a while, Locke took out a cigarette and lit it to enjoy the rare sage time. The bright red on the bed sheet stung his eyes.
What the hell was this?
Hathaway was definitely not a virgin. How could there be a red spot?
No wonder it felt like the winding path was very difficult to walk. Could it be because of the restorative spell?
The restorative spell could not find the damage caused by the dragon tooth poison, so it forcefully repaired this place?
Pui, how shameless!
Locke fiercely spat at Stevenson.
He did not expect the prim and proper bishop Stevenson to have a history full of men and women.
Locke's woman was somehow repaired here.
Although he enjoyed the taste of a handful of green apples, he still felt a bit unhappy.
