Lilac Serval leaned against the wall with her arms folded, her gaze nonchalant, her figure sexy, and her expression seductive.
However, Sister Waverly hadn't had the time to adjust her clothes, looking flustered and out of sorts.
She quickly grabbed a coat to drape over herself.
Lilac Serval laughed, "At her age, still wearing pink lingerie!"
The boy also immediately left Sister Waverly's side and sidestepped to hide a little.
Lilac Serval lifted her eyelids to give the boy a look, indeed, he was quite handsome, resembling a bit the most attractive member of some boy band.
Smooth skin, tender enough to pinch water out of, just like a flower.
The boy had a circle of short bangs, looking younger than eighteen, truly tender.
He appeared very nervous, obviously new here, not understanding anything, and timid.
Lilac Serval extended a finger and beckoned, "Come here, to Sister Serval. I'm Lilac Serval, just call me Sister Serval."