This was probably the most comfortable sleep Du Pont had had in a long time.
Before he even opened his eyes, he felt warm vitality radiating through his entire body. The soft bed made him reluctant to get up.
No, he had to get up and take a leak... His bladder was about to burst...
But when Du Pont opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling and immediately froze.
Where the hell am I now?
Stopping the riot, the sudden attack, the hard-fought victory because his magic had been restricted... and then, it seemed his mentor had arrived.
The fragmented memories gradually pieced themselves back together. Du Pont slowly understood where he probably was, and the faint breathing beside him drew his gaze over.
Mm, sure enough, it was his mentor.
Wait, why was he sleeping with his mentor??
Du Pont was somewhat surprised. Looking down, he found that although he was only wearing his underclothes, they were still fairly neat.
But after calming down, he realized they were not actually close. They each had their own blanket, and nothing messy had happened. At most, they were simply sharing a bed.
Maybe his injuries had been too severe at the time, so she had brought him here?
Du Pont scratched his head, his gaze unconsciously drifting over.
It had to be said that Veronica had the best figure of any woman he had ever seen. Her curves were striking, and her long wavy hair gave her an air of mature femininity. Her wine-red hair was probably dyed, yet it suited her exceptionally well. At the moment, she lay curled on her side with a pillow in her arms, sleeping deeply. Her brows were faintly furrowed, and her breathing was uneven, as though she was having an unpleasant dream.
Was