"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!"

gasping. She stupidly looked at him, noticing a mischievous smirk on

minutes... Even though inexperienced, she knew what he meant. Her face turned crimson, not just her cheeks but

was puzzled. "It's just a few words. Is it that

You..." Persephone muttered, "It's just that what you said is a

say "explicit", but changed it

chuckled. "I'm a rough person. How eloquent do you

okay," Persephone

"What about it?"

hurt your

taken aback, unable to decide whether

like Kourtney. Moreover, thanks to her, he had already

for matches. He took out his boxing gloves, shorts, and

life." He shrugged. "Matches, money, and signing life-or-death

see me, and I have no intention of

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