The following day, Oriana woke up, exhausted and drowsy, every inch of her body aching. Groaning, she recalled how he had tortured her throughout the night.
"That perverted dragon," she mumbled in her hoarse voice.
"Missing me already?"
She heard the familiar voice and opened her eyes, only to find him lying next to her in bed, his face adorned with playful expressions.
"Am I dreaming?" She rubbed her eyes with her fingers and opened them again, only to see no one next to her. "I knew it. No way he would be here this late."
"And what made you think that?"
She heard the same voice and this time turned to the other side of the bed, where he was lying.
'When did he move so fast to this side of the bed? This is sure my imagination.'
She moved her hands to rub her eyes again, but Arlan held them. "It's not a dream. The perverted dragon is right next to you."
