She separated her legs

Joshua is smoking at the window. He looks good when he smokes. The smoke floats in the wind and stays in his long and thick eyelashes for a moment and flies away.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and put out the remaining cigarette butts in the ashtray. He was also subconsciously stunned.

The timid girl was still wearing the coat that had just covered her key parts. The water droplets swept across her body, and her feet and legs were exposed, which was indescribably beautiful.

Probably because of the steam, her face is covered with a delicate powder, which makes people want to touch her face.

Joshua stepped forward and Letitia saw clearly that there were two silk underwear and nightdresses in his hands.

Letitia blushed. Although sober-elves have no shame for a long time, she still blushed when she saw Joshua's hand holding the girl's private pyjamas.

Joshua saw her exposed shoulder, with today's new injury on her clavicle. After washing with water, the wound was opened. He was a little unhappy. He put away his mind to tease her and said, "put on your clothes, and I'll get you medicine."

Letitia opened her mouth. She was almost flattered. She lowered her head and looked at the underwear and skirt handed to her. She hesitated. But Joshua seemed to know what she wanted to say, and showed a narrow smile: "I chose it for you myself. I think it suits you too much."

Letitia pursed her lips and watched Joshua open the door and go downstairs. She looked down at the clothes she was holding, and finally gently took off her coat.

Wearing a new nightdress and underwear, the sense of security wrapped by clothes has finally returned. Thinking of what might happen tonight, Letitia can only go to the bathroom to wash her face again. Anyway, she wants to be a little decent.

She looked at herself in the mirror and thought of the look Joshua had just talked to her. She couldn't help praying in her heart.

"I hope God can hear that the person who tormented me must not be him."

At this time, Joshua bit his cigarette and walked downstairs. When he passed by the terrace on the second floor, he couldn't help but want to stand there for a while to wake up.

It's strange, he couldn't help thinking.

He had never felt this way before. Her blood flowed out. For the first time, he didn't have that sticky and disgusting feeling in the face of blood. He only felt abnormal excitement. The stimulation from the bone marrow and the cry from the blood made him tremble all over. This is completely different from his mind.

Since he was born, his desire for blood has not been high. He has received a modern education and his acceptance of brutalization is not high. He has spent several small periods of brutalization because of medical inhibitors. According to werewolf customs, he will soon usher in a large-scale brutalization, which is also the only way for Alpha.

His elders urged him to buy sober-elves countless times. He has been in power for many years, and it's not that no one sent him. He doesn't catch a cold for sober elves of SS and SSS.

He almost thinks his lineage has been optimized, or his evolution has degenerated.

But just now, his blood was boiling all over. At that moment, he finally understood that no matter how he received modern education, he was also a beast in his bones.

He liked his new toy, he wanted to taste her. She was so timid, so thin, she was bought back.

She belongs to me.

Joshua thought.

When he opened the door, he found Letitia still in the bathroom. She was standing on the floor barefoot. Her skirt was splashed with water. She was running the faucet, washing the blood from his coat.

Seeing him coming back, Letitia closed the water in panic. She wanted to explain something, but she opened her mouth and couldn't speak.

Joshua saw that she was worried. Her little face was dyed with cute and pitiful pink. He couldn't help smiling. He sat on the bed and waved to Letitia, like greeting a puppy.

Letitia quickly wiped the water off her hands. She knelt in front of Joshua and waited for Joshua's orders.

Joshua took out the alcohol. He patted Letitia's head and said softly, "Letitia, look up."

He began to clean the wound, which was also his close contact with Letitia's wound. She couldn't help shaking because of the pain of alcohol sprayed on the wound.

She didn't notice that when Joshua smelled the blood from the wound, he breathed quickly several times, subconsciously grinding his canine teeth.

But he could find Letitia trembling. So Joshua held back abruptly. To separate his attention, he had to look elsewhere, on her deeply sunken and beautiful clavicle, then on her swan neck or her slightly exposed chest.

But he soon found one thing.

Letitia is too thin. This kind of thin is not the slim that contemporary girls pursue in order to dress well. She is the kind of thin and weak who knows at a glance that she has not eaten well, and her skin is pale due to long-term malnutrition.

Somehow, he even felt some anger, and he didn't understand why he had such emotions, and he didn't even know who to be angry with.

Noticing that she was shaking more and more, Joshua realized that she was not only in pain but more afraid. He held out a hand and gently put it on her back.

Letitia looked at him with too much sadness and worry in her eyes. Even though she was very afraid, she didn't dare to escape. She bit her lips and opened her beautiful eyes. Joshua couldn't help comforting her: "It will be over soon."

He quickened his movements and sterilize the last wound on his shoulder. He turned his eyes to Letitia, and asked her softly, "Where else is there a wound?"

Letitia bit her lip. She wanted to muddle through, but Joshua looked at her so firmly. Her fear prevailed and gently separated her legs.

Joshua's breathing stopped for a moment.

The little mermaid separated her jade-like legs, revealing her inner skin, which was as delicate as snow, covered with bright red wounds, like a bunch of berries thrown into the snow.

The underwear she was wearing was picked by Joshua himself. Among the messy colours, he picked the snow-white satin at a glance. The satin was tied with a transparent ribbon, which now covered her thigh, with a hazy beauty.

The werewolf's desire for destruction reached its peak. The beautiful golden colour appeared again at the edge of Joshua's pupil. Although it was not obvious, it was like a gentleman tearing open his exquisite skin, revealing the tip of a dangerous and tempting iceberg.

He couldn't help covering the wound with his hand, swiping his finger across the wound, making Letitia tremble even more.

The position of this wound is wonderful. It is on the inner side of the thigh. The tail of the wound is very close to the most secret place. The damaged beauty is very powerful.