Catherine Carter emerged from the dressing room leisurely, wearing that oversized white shirt.
The shirt hung like a short skirt, the hem long but just barely covering the curve of her buttocks.
With each step, a hint of spring teased from beneath the hem.
A pair of long, snow-white legs dazzled the eyes.
Perhaps thinking that the man in the room had seen much more, she didn't avoid anything.
Catherine walked over and sat down calmly on the high stool opposite Leonard Churchill.
Her legs crossed, relaxed yet with a touch of elegance.
Leonard glanced at her long white legs and continued with the earlier topic, laughing, "Hmm. I also have a deep impression of that time at Flood Gang."
"Hehe..."
Catherine rolled her beautiful eyes, smiled and raised her glass, but her tone mockingly conveyed a slight grievance, "You know, you were the first, and the only one to have seen me in such an embarrassment... I really wanted to kill you then."
