Shaking my head, I continued scrubbing her back when my eyes drifted down to her lower body: damn it, the scars extended across her abdomen and even reached her legs.
“Bicker, this girl has suffered a lot. They look like birthmarks,” said my lycan, sounding both concerned and upset.
A grimace of annoyance formed on my lips as I looked up again. For a moment, I wondered if her whole body was covered in scars, so I silently put my hand on her waist and gently turned her to face me.
She looked down nervously as she played with the tip of her wet hair. Fortunately, her thighs had no scars, and her face was delicate and soft.
Then, a slight smile appeared on my face. With a sigh, I extended the sponge toward her and stood up.
Her face was right in front of my long c**k, which was pointing
