. . .
"I bet I am," Miura Takumi said.
Zeirenne arched her eyebrows, measuring up to his stares, "What makes you think tha-?"
Before she could finish her sardonic question, the door swung open once again.
In great panic, Willy came running inside the room. A black robe he was gripping tightly flew beside him. He immediately bowed his head in front of his master, extending the silk robe out, "You forgot to wear your robe, Miura-dono."
All the men outside the room had to bow their heads down. They were not worthy enough to gaze into Miura Takumi... and his naked figure.
Despite this uncanny scenario, Miura Takumi and Zeirenne didn't budge in their positions.
They kept their fiery gazes stabbed in each other's. Without breaking eye contact, Miura Takumi spread his limbs out, and Willy obliged to dress him.
"You're forgetting something, Miss Lin," he uttered in a dangerous tone.
