Herag's seat wasn't even warm before he had to set off to Bessie's residence again.
Bessie's home was indeed not far from him; just through two patches of forest.
"Number 16..."
Herag looked around and saw a red wooden house.
He walked over and knocked on the door, and footsteps quickly followed from behind the door as Bessie opened it.
At the moment Bessie opened the door, Herag's gaze was irresistibly drawn to her.
Bessie was wearing a small camisole top, just barely covering up the surging parts.
The long legs were adorned with black stockings, revealing a section of fair, tender thigh, making it exceptionally enticing.
Bessie was already very tall, with particularly long legs, creating a striking visual effect.
"Are you injured? You look quite well to me," Herag noticed his gaze was a bit disrespectful and promptly found a topic to ask.
Bessie smiled softly, "The injury is almost healed, please come in."
