"What's going on?" Mag asked.
Mag and Amy were stunned as they stared at the woman who suddenly appeared and then fainted after saying two words.
Mag glanced at the woman lying on the floor. Her sharp nose made her exquisite features even more prominent. She had loose and wavy golden-red hair and snowy white skin. Even though her ample breasts were covered by two white seashells, the attractive curves were very visible.
She was wearing a seaweed skirt that was already slightly dried up. The lower part was torn, and beneath the torn skirt was a pair of smooth and long legs.
She wasn't wearing shoes on her feet. Her fair and delicate feet looked like little lotus roots. They were rosy, fair, and very enticing.
Although he didn't have a foot fetish, Mag couldn't help but stare at those feet for a while. He was perplexed. Judging from this girl's attire, could she be living by the sea?
