"Lathel…"
Suddenly, a voice rang out. Lathel turned his head and immediately saw Claire; however, a second later, he turned to face the other direction.
"You… change your clothes first and then continue."
Hearing Lathel's words, Claire looked back at her clothes. It was torn in many places, moreover, her thighs and chest were exposed, especially the chest, revealing a somewhat adorable pink bra.
Claire immediately covered her chest with both hands, her face turning red. She glanced at Lathel, then bowed her head, smiling shyly: 'Could it be that… Has he seen it yet?'
'If he saw it… then... Did he like it? Or does he not like this color?'
'Maybe he doesn't like it, after all, pink is too childish; what girl would wear pink?'
Although Lathel saw Claire's bra, she didn't seem angry at all. On the contrary, she felt a little embarrassed. Besides, she felt a little disappointed.
