Persephone had indeed quieted down, but her claws were still out.

Morpheus looked at her with an undecipherable look.

"Outside..." Persephone also heard the commotion and glanced at Morpheus.

Morpheus nodded slightly at her.

Oddly enough, how did he know that she wanted to ask if those people outside were the ones who had brought her here?

Morpheus leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "It's Kourtney and Fat Jim. They came intentionally to test us."

Persephone was puzzled. Test? Weren't those two clearly traffickers? Greta had been bought by them!

Morpheus asked, "Hey, can you moan?"

"Moan... about what?"

by the waist and tossing

head on the headboard and felt dizzy

next moment, Morpheus

her might, but to no avail. It was then that she finally understood the saying about an

little bug, and he

himself by her ears, using his gaze to signal her to stop screaming. However, Persephone, never having experienced such a

grabbing a clean cloth

of grievance and shame burst forth, transforming into big tears streaming down

felt a pang in his heart. He took a deep breath and growled a few times, his breathing becoming noticeably heavier. Persephone stopped crying,

quite understand why he was growling and panting like that. What was he

with tear streaks on her face, her big eyes clear and innocent. Her hands were still defensively covering her chest. Her skirt

pants and low growls he made just now were deliberate for

at her now, an unexpected restlessness arose within him. Something wanted to

pain jolting him back to reality, and that restless part

blank, staring at him, but he seemed unwilling to let her look. After confirming she wouldn't

rubbing her head, particularly

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