"Then... how should I respond?"
Morpheus straightened up, unsure whether to frown or smile at the naive girl before him.
"They'll definitely inquire about what you did with me tonight," he said.
Persephone blushed and shrank into herself.
So, should she say he was great? She was inexperienced and didn't quite get these things, but in those romance novels she had secretly read before, the male leads were usually described as "great."...
"Oh, I see," she murmured, her voice tiny like a mosquito.
"You might not fully understand." Morpheus lowered his head to look at her, emphasizing each word. "You need to tell Kourtney, I'm short, small, and quick. I'm done before three minutes is even up. And I look strong, but I'm actually not strong at all!"
"Huh?" Persephone widened her eyes, involuntarily gasping. She stupidly looked at him, noticing a mischievous smirk on his handsome face.
Short, small, and quick, done before three minutes... Even though inexperienced, she knew what he meant. Her face turned crimson, not just her cheeks but her ears and the base of her neck.
"What's wrong?" Morpheus was puzzled. "It's just a few words. Is it that hard to say?"
"It's not... You…" Persephone muttered, "It's just that what you said is a bit... too..."
She wanted to say "explicit", but changed it to "crude."
Morpheus chuckled. "I'm a rough person. How eloquent do you expect me to be?"
"Okay, okay," Persephone sighed helplessly. "But..."
"What about it?"
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