It was inevitable and, truthfully, very daunting, and it was hard to explain to anyone in their right mind. Lucianna, who had disguised herself as Mrs. Cui again, stood on the side of the dining room, staring a hole at the man eating his breakfast like it was a random Tuesday. His expressions were so nonchalant that she had difficulty reading his mind, which was unsettling, to say the least.
After all the multiple, intense sessions last night, he got up and left like he was still drunk, and he was just in a dream. She was too exhausted to care and fell asleep soon afterward, woke up, and berated herself for her puny self-control.
However, this man seemed to have no recollection of what happened. Perhaps he was truly drunk and thought everything was a passing dream.
