Then, a wave of confusion hit him as he glanced down at himself. "Wait, why am I naked? And where the hell are my clothes?"
As his gaze shifted to the bed, his alarm grew. "What the... why is my bed soaking wet?!"
For the next few minutes, Lumien sat clutching his head, his mind racing to piece together what could have happened the night before. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything in particular. It was as if nothing unusual had occurred, and he'd simply slept soundly through the night.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, he let out a long sigh. "Could I really have wet the bed? At my age? That's unbelievable..."
Her right hand clenched into a tight fist, and a layer of blazing orange flames engulfed it like a fiery glove. Without hesitation, she moved like lightning, aiming a punch straight at his head.
The Duke's smile widened. He didn't flinch or make any move to avoid her attack.
Crack!
