Underground fortress, Fina room.

Fina, curled up in the quilt, breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the quilt away, and stretched her delicate body.

She was still wearing her lace tulle nightdress. The dim aetheric energy lamp, projecting her graceful figure, radiated a holy radiance.

But her eyes were unusually misty. Recalling her behavior in the bed just now, her pretty face gradually became hot, and she was ashamed of her behavior.

The cherry spout squirts

Chapter 144 of "Witch Ranking" This oath is out, unswerving until death is being hit by the hand, please wait a while,

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