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Persephone had indeed quieted down, but her claws were still out.
Morpheus looked at her with an undecipherable look.
"Outside..." Persephone also heard the commotion and glanced at Morpheus.
Morpheus nodded slightly at her.
Oddly enough, how did he know that she wanted to ask if those people outside were the ones who had brought her
here?
Morpheus leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "It's Kourtney and Fat Jim. They came intentionally to test us."
Persephone was puzzled. Test? Weren't those two clearly traffickers? Greta had been bought by them!
Morpheus asked, "Hey, can you moan?"
"Moan... about what?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMorpheus smirked, swiftly lifting her by the waist and tossing her onto the bed.
Persephone was startled. She hit her head on the headboard and felt dizzy instantly.
The next moment, Morpheus pressed down on her!
Persephone screamed, kicking and resisting with all her might, but to no avail. It was then that she finally
understood the saying about an insignificant insect trying to take on a giant tree.
She was the little bug, and he was the robust tree!
Morpheus supported himself by her ears, using his gaze to signal her to stop screaming. However, Persephone,
never having experienced such a scare, lost all rationality and wit at that moment. She was going to scream—she
was too frightened!
Morpheus frowned, swiftly grabbing a clean cloth and gagging her.
A surge of grievance and shame burst forth, transforming into big tears streaming down Persephone's cheeks.
Morpheus suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He took a deep breath and growled a few times, his breathing
becoming noticeably heavier. Persephone stopped crying, staring at him blankly.
She didn't quite understand why he was growling and panting like that. What was he trying to do?
Morpheus supported himself on the bed, looking at the girl beneath him. She lay there quietly with tear streaks on
her face, her big eyes clear and innocent. Her hands were still defensively covering her chest. Her skirt was lifted,
revealing fair and slender legs.
The heavy pants and low growls he made just now were deliberate for the people outside to hear.
However, as he looked at her now, an unexpected restlessness arose within him. Something wanted to act out of
line.
Morpheus bit his lip, the brief pain jolting him back to reality, and that restless part subsided.
Persephone's mind went blank, staring at him, but he seemed unwilling to let her look. After confirming she
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwouldn't scream again, he gently removed the cloth from her mouth and then blindfolded her with it.
Then, Persephone felt a gentle hand rubbing her head, particularly where she had bumped earlier.
After some time passed, there was no more movement outside. Morpheus slowly got up. Persephone stayed
dumbfounded for a while before getting up and pulling off the blindfold. She tilted her head slightly, noticing sweat
stains on the sheets.
He had just supported himself in a plank position for over half an hour.
Persephone took a deep breath and looked up to see Morpheus taking off his shirt and changing into a clean one.
She gasped, covering her eyes with her hand.
Morpheus turned to look at her, chuckling. "Never seen a man shirtless before?"
Persephone sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees and not responding.
"I just took off my shirt, not my pants. You okay?"
"You..."
"Drink." Morpheus offered a cup.
Persephone glanced at him, very thirsty but hesitating to take it.
"There's no drug in it," Morpheus said.
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