Chapter 275

“Not bad for a girl,” I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around to see Al approaching me. He had scratches on his own body, but for the most part, he was barely injured. He had sweat along his bare chest and down his torso. He had a towel wrapped around his neck, collecting sweat.

He gave me a broad and dimpled smile; I’m sure he thought he sounded cute, but he was only sounding like a sexist pig