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Keira Leaf was being pulled by Joshua Sulliven, and as she looked back at her skirt which was about to tear at any moment, tears streamed down her face.
'Rip!'
With a crisp sound, Keira stumbled and was jerked forward. When she looked down, she saw her skirt had torn right at the root of her thigh—a piece of silver-grey chiffon unevenly covered the view beneath her skirt.
"Joshua Sulliven--! You rascal!" Keira's face flushed red, and the coolness on her legs made her uneasy.
Joshua frowned involuntarily at a glance of those snow-white legs, but he still didn't hesitate to drag Keira into the bathroom.
"What are you... What are you doing?" Keira felt uneasy, looking up at the man who was gazing down at her, her small face wrinkled into a ball.
Joshua looked at her for a while, then turned on the shower without a word.
