The woman was stunning, with long legs, a curvaceous figure, and a slender waist, all laid bare before Carson Flores. Yet Carson could confidently say it was absolutely not appealing!
Not only was it unappealing, but quite horrifying!
Even the most beautiful woman, once her body was covered in bloody wounds, wouldn't look good to anyone except perhaps a degenerate.
Carson endured immense torment.
He knew well—the longer he looked now, the worse things would get if he were caught later.
He could only hope the demonic beast would hurry up and leave, so the woman could finish applying her medicine, get dressed, and leave this place.
But fate rarely grants such wishes—the demonic beast did not leave; instead, it drew closer and closer.
"Chirp!"
The dominating sound of a bird's cry rang out again, this time directly overhead.
Carson's heart tightened—the demonic beast was coming closer!
If it spotted them, wouldn't he be dragged into this mess?
