The next morning, Penelope woke up groggily from her bed.
However, when she reached out her hand, she found that the person who had been lying beside her had disappeared.
"Alaric? Where are you?"
Such a situation immediately made Penelope open her eyes wide and she quickly became fully awake.
She sat up and looked around, searching for the familiar figure.
She was worried that everything from last night was just a fleeting dream.
"What? Did you think I sneaked away?"
The bedroom door suddenly opened, and Alaric walked in carrying a bowl of porridge.
Seeing the flustered Penelope, he said gently, "You've slept in all morning, it's time to get up and eat.
I made you a bowl of red bean porridge."
So he didn't leave without saying anything. He made breakfast for me.
Penelope looked at Alaric, who was smiling at her with a bowl in his hands, and felt a bit touched.
However, when she noticed Alaric's gaze falling on her, she immediately pulled up the quilt to cover herself and shyly said.
"Can't you turn your head away?"
"I've already seen everything last night, so there is no need to act shy now."
Alaric found Penelope's reaction amusing.
Although it was her first time, he had to admit, she had been quite passionate and proactive last night.
Perhaps, this is the modesty that belongs to girls.
Even Melisandre, who was relatively mature, would still feel a bit uncomfortable when seeing Alaric the next morning.
"Lazybones, it's time to get up. We have a lot to do today. We need to go to Diagon Alley.
The shop has been bought, but it still needs decoration and the Floo Network installed. As the shop owner, you need to come with me."
Alaric sat by the bed, speaking as he scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it slightly, and fed it to Penelope.
Facing Alaric's feeding, Penelope felt extremely shy. She dodged twice, but under Alaric's insistence, she opened her mouth.
Helpless, Penelope could only complain.
"You're treating me like a child."
However, if someone could see her eyes, they would find that the smile in her eyes was obvious.
After a while, Penelope finished the whole bowl of porridge. It seemed that last night's activity was quite intense.
But that's not surprising. Although Penelope was just blooming, Alaric, who had been in the world of Game of Thrones, was already very experienced.
"I've put your clothes in the wardrobe." Alaric reminded, "Hurry up and change, today's schedule is tight."
"Shouldn't you leave first?" Penelope clutched the quilt to her chest, blushing as she urged Alaric.
However, Alaric, who usually seemed a bit straightforward, was now acting shamelessly.
"No way." He sat confidently by the bed.
"There's nothing unseen between us now, right? Haven't we both seen everything of each other?"
"You!" Penelope had no way to deal with Alaric and could only sulk under the quilt.
However, Alaric remained unmoved, still sitting by the bed.
After sulking for a while, Penelope, with no other option, got out of bed and opened the wardrobe.
She could feel a burning gaze on her, making her very uncomfortable.
She could only keep telling herself to get used to it for the future.
Then, she felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around her from behind.
"What... what are you doing?" Penelope was so nervous she could hardly speak.
"Let go... let go of me... I need to change... change my clothes."
"Ah, there's no rush for that." Alaric's voice came from beside her ear, and she could feel the hot breath on her ear.
"You were satisfied last night, but I still have some pent-up energy."
"But... but..." Shyly, Penelope's skin had already turned pink.
Although his touch made her feel a bit excited, the discomfort in her body made her squeeze out words of refusal.
"Is that so?"
A light laugh came to her ear.
Then there was a snap of fingers.
"Heal."
The healing spell's power made Penelope no longer feel pain, and her body immediately softened, falling into a familiar and warm embrace.
Then it was...
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed.
Penelope's delicate body and another body fell onto the bed together.
Then came the activity that made her increasingly addicted.
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When Penelope woke up from bed again, it was already afternoon.
There was still no one beside her.
Penelope struggled to get out of bed, her legs still feeling a bit weak.
That's understandable.
Although she had part of the dragon's power, purely in terms of physical fitness, she still couldn't compare to the infinitely evolving Alaric.
Just like that, she walked to the mirror in her most original state.
What a beauty she saw in the mirror.
She had a beautiful face, her skin was rosy, her figure was long and lovely, her skin was so good it seemed like water could drip from it, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water too.
Thinking of what had just happened, she still felt a bit shy, then suddenly started to giggle.
Then, the sound of the doorknob turning came again.
Alaric entered the room once more.
So, Penelope reflexively covered herself and looked at Alaric nervously.
"What is it?"
Obviously, seeing Penelope's intense reaction, Alaric was a bit puzzled.
"Um..." Penelope stammered, "Let's not do it again, okay? I really can't take it, my legs are already a bit weak."
"What do you mean 'not again'?" Alaric said with a mischievous smile.
"Is that what you're thinking? Really, it's just the first day and... uh, I'm here to remind you to get dressed.
It's getting late, the previous owner of the shop is still waiting for us. We'll be leaving in a bit!"
"It's all your fault!" Alaric's countercharge made Penelope coquettish.
She couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly started picking out clothes from the wardrobe.
After a while, Penelope was finally dressed.
In terms of appearance, witches are no different from ordinary women.
After that, Penelope and Alaric both held their hands.
With a snap of his fingers, they arrived in Diagon Alley through Apparition.
The shop Alaric chose was located in the middle section of Diagon Alley.
The shop area was not very large, but this was not a problem for Alaric, who was very proficient in the Undetectable Extension Charm.
The original owner of the shop was a very old wizard, and the shop originally sold fine furniture.
Each piece of furniture was very exquisite and magical. Such furniture was generally very expensive, and ordinary wizarding families never bought such furniture.
They preferred to find materials themselves and make their own furniture with magic.
Even if it wasn't magical, it didn't matter, while those who could afford such furniture were usually old pure-blood families.
However, in recent years, with the rise and fall of Voldemort, the conditions of various pure-blood families had become increasingly difficult, making the survival of this shop increasingly hard.
Finally, the old wizard decided to close the shop and sell it to someone else.
After Alaric arrived, the old wizard hastily took the final payment from him and left without saying a word.
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