The next day, the situation got even worse.
In the early morning, when people have not woken up from their slumber and feel a bone-chilling chill. Lioun woke up from his sleep, feeling like going to the toilet. Lioun did not dare to wake Thomas because he felt it was rude to wake a Prince in the early morning.
But right now he wanted to go to the toilet.
Lioun turned his head towards Morgan, who was lying next to him. The only person who could accompany him was this Werewolf. Lioun came closer and shook him gently.
"Morgan … Morgan …." Lion grimaced. He patted Morgan's cheek but the Werewolf didn't move. He was sleeping like a dead man. "Accompany me to the toilet, Morgan."
Lioun swallowed and glanced at Thomas, afraid that the Prince would wake up.
The Fairy finally stood up and peeked out. He breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't find Rosaline anywhere. Finally, Lioun ventured out to the toilet.
