"Then... how should I respond?"

Morpheus straightened up, unsure whether to frown or smile at the naive girl before him.

"They'll definitely inquire about what you did with me tonight," he said.

Persephone blushed and shrank into herself.

So, should she say he was great? She was inexperienced and didn't quite get these things, but in those romance novels she had secretly read before, the male leads were usually described as "great."...

"Oh, I see," she murmured, her voice tiny like a mosquito.

"You might not fully understand." Morpheus lowered his head to look at her, emphasizing each word.

"You need to tell Kourtney, I'm short, small, and quick. I'm done before three minutes is even up. And I look strong, but I'm actually not strong at all!"

looked at him, noticing a mischievous smirk on

knew what he meant. Her face

just a few words. Is it

not... You..." Persephone muttered, "It's just that what you said is a

say "explicit", but

rough person. How eloquent do you expect me

okay," Persephone sighed helplessly.

"What about it?"

hurt

aback, unable to decide

didn't want to be bothered by women like Kourtney. Moreover, thanks to her,

the floor. Inside were his things for matches. He took out his boxing gloves, shorts, and towels and placed them in a basket near the

He shrugged. "Matches, money, and

intention of finding a woman.

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