Lucian was still talking.
“It has already happened. If you want to blame someone, then blame me. I'm the one who lost control.”
Roxanne covered her face in embarrassment. “Stop talking. Please leave and let me cool down on my own. “
Seeing Roxanne get embarrassed from his teasing, a hint of a smile appeared on Lucian's lips, but it disappeared in a flash, and he returned to his serious expression.
“But now that I think about it, I feel like your response last night was rather strange.”
He stared at her intently and asked, “Do you not remember anything?”
Roxanne covered her face with her hands and tried hard to recall what had happened.
However, no matter how she tried to remember, she could only come up with her drunken foolishness. Lucian's figure somewhat flashed before her, but she could not remember exactly what they did.
If it weren't for the marks on their bodies or the soreness of her waist, Roxanne would not have been able to guess what had happened the night before.
After some time, she felt defeated and gave up on trying to remember. She shook her head and looked at Lucian. “I can't remember anything.”
Lucian frowned. “How about now? Is your body feeling all right? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”
When she heard him ask those questions, Roxanne immediately thought of her sore waist.
Even if I did initiate things last night, I can't believe Lucian is such a beast!
Every time she moved, she felt as though her waist would break in half.
However, with the current situation, she felt embarrassed to say that her waist hurt. Her face was red as she shook her head. “No.”
Lucian saw through her strange behavior. He glanced at her waist and said apologetically, “Sorry. Last night, I lost control—”
“Stop!” Roxanne quickly interrupted and stopped him before he could continue.
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