The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 142

It was two full days after that the hotel’s most luxurious product—the sturdiest bed, crafted with the greatest care—finally stopped shaking with a high-pitched squeal.

“Hmm.”

Lasiel lifted her dry eyelids and rolled her eyes.

Into her field of vision drifted a fluffy white bundle, swaying lazily.

‘Huh? Lazily?’

It was far too big and bulky to be described as “gently swaying.”

She rubbed her eyes, wondering if she’d seen something wrong, and tried again to find the white fluff.

But the white bundle vanished instantly; when she shifted her gaze slightly to the side, all she saw was a broad, bare back slipping swiftly into the bathroom.

‘Am I dreaming…?’

Lasiel, who had been closer to unconsciousness than sleep, soon snapped out of her daze at the sound of a rushing shower.

“Ah.”

A rough, raspy voice escaped her lips.

It sounded like the voice of someone suffering from a terrible sore throat.

‘Just how much…?’

She suddenly felt embarrassed and pulled the blanket up to cover her face.

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