He lay on the bed and pulled the covers over him.
All of a sudden, someone lifted the bottom of the blanket.
Then, a woman with a great figure burrowed into the bed under the blanket from the opening.
Donald wanted to push the woman out of bed, but he found himself too weak to do so.
“Shadow, did you drug me?”
Donald was conflicted about what he should feel when he saw Shadow moving away from his arms.
No wonder I was so sleepy after showering. It's because Shadow drugged me.
Shadow, who had already taken off her mask, looked at Donald coldly and said, “To have you rest better, I added some ambergris into the censer.”
Ambergris?
Donald's eyes were wide.
“Isn't that an aphrodisiac?”
“Is it?” Shadow mused out loud as if she was unaware of it. “I thought it only helped with sleeping.”
By then, Donald was already feeling his body heating up.
With a stern look, he said, “Get rid of the censer, or else I'm going to be mad at you.”
Shadow stared at Donald for a while before moving her hands inside the blanket.
Right as Donald was wondering what she was doing, Shadow reached out her fair right hand holding a pile of crumpled clothes.
She threw those clothes onto the ground before looking at Donald in the eye. “Do you still want me to get rid of the censer now?”
D*mn it. You've taken off all of your clothes. How can I ask you to stand up now?
Donald turned away to stop talking to Shadow.
Little did he expect Shadow to lean closer to him.
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