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“You can add more to the story tomorrow.”

“What?”

Morpheus smirked. “Say I’m not just mediocre but a freak, and I hit you after we were done!”

Persephone was once again slack-jawed, then feigned a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Going to such extremes just to keep women away… Quite the strategy. But I’m not injured. Will they believe me?”

Morpheus looked her up and down. “Just say the injury is in a non-visible area.”

“Huh?”

Morpheus held his head. He couldn’t stand her bewildered look anymore. Since she arrived, this was her constant expression.

“Where… Where can’t I be seen?”

“Figure it out yourself!”

“I can’t think of anywhere…”

impatient. “Just say I

angry. Her face flushed as she tried to

and went about working the washing machine as if nothing

he turned away,

showed

recited exactly as Morpheus had advised. Since she had never done anything like that before, she felt extremely uncomfortable saying those things, almost on the verge of

and embarrassment that made her acting seem natural

experienced in these matters, half believed her words but couldn’t find any loopholes for

seemed that no one would disturb her for

with Morpheus in peace. During these days, Morpheus took care of her

to eat without much thought. Suddenly having someone else around

difficult to adapt. She didn’t know how to coexist in the same room with this rough man. They couldn’t even eat together. She was used to

and a pancake bigger than her face. Persephone struggled to

night, he found no food on the table, and Persephone was lying on the couch, staring blankly

expression darkened. “No

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