Almost the very instant she spoke, there was a loud bang!
The door burst open with a loud crash.
Diana strolled in, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. She leaned lazily against the doorframe, her eyes glinting like a cat that had just cornered its prey.
"Well, well…" she drawled, sweeping her gaze over Charlotte, who was half-buried under the blanket with only her crimson face showing. "Sect Master Charlotte, why are you hiding under the covers in the middle of the night? You don't look very… dignified."
Charlotte's hands clutched the blanket tighter, her heart pounding like a drum. "W-Witch! How dare you just barge into my room?!" she snapped, her voice trembling between fury and shame.
Diana's grin widened. "Oh? You told me you were recovering, but what I hear and what I see… doesn't really match up, does it?" She tilted her head playfully. "Unless recovery nowadays involves heavy breathing and muffled moans?"
