Although she spoke with a firm tone, there was a clear hint of insecurity hidden within. Roger did not expose it, merely smiled and left the room.
After a while, the door opened a crack, and soul power trembled. Soon, the wooden door was pushed open, and Valanie appeared expressionless in the doorway.
The hallway was silent, as if no one had noticed this place. With her waist twisting, Valanie walked toward her room with an unusual gait.
Why is my butt hurting so much?
Is it because I lay on the ground all night and caught a chill?
Or did that man really do something?
Even though her memory told her nothing happened, the entire night's experience was far from pleasant.
The effects of the potion had drained her body and spirit. From a pharmacist's professional perspective, disregarding moral issues, if Roger truly cared about her body, then last night...