Bab 165: Chapter 89 Relic·Hider_3

It was a visual feast.

Baring her back with her upper clothing completely taken off, her slightly voluptuous figure was taken in at a glance.

The lady with the bun held her chest with one hand.

But one hand simply wasn't enough.

Half-hidden, half-exposed.

From the slight side angle, one could clearly see the mischievous pride squeezed out from her arm.

Its curve was proud.

Its line soft and beautiful.

It was a lovely sight.

Leonard Churchill had noticed Tracy Garcia's impressive figure when they were in the Grand Cemetery Labyrinth. Now, he saw it up close.

But after a quick glance, he retracted his appreciative gaze.

The moon was brilliant, and it'd seem hypocritical and ill-mannered to not look at it.

But too much would be crass and disrespectful.

...

Leonard Churchill finished applying the ointment, "There, done."

Tracy Garcia softly replied: "Oh."