C191 Departure

Her flaxen-colored hair was still dripping, and her muscular figure only had a pair of restrained underwear. She held her bathrobe in one hand and wiped her hair with a towel in the other. Every movement of hers could make a infatuated person scream for a long time.

"Iwillrun, Iwillclimb, Iwillsoar.

I run, I climb, I fly