CH376 Law of Cliché
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The rays of morning light cascaded through the window and spilled across Alex's face, finally dragging him out of sleep.
"Groan…"
A small sound escaped his lips as the memories —and the consequences— of the previous night caught up with him. He had certainly become a man last night, thoroughly conquering his Ice Empress with his dragon spear.
Thinking about Zora, Alex noticed he was alone in bed.
He looked around and spotted their clothes —which he had thrown to the floor during last night's… battle— now neatly folded on a stool.
Zora probably wouldn't be able to wear her dress again; he had torn parts of it in his haste.
Alex stood and began looking for his underwear. He rummaged through the pile of folded clothes, only to realise his shirt was missing. With a shrug, he pulled on his trousers and stepped out of the bedroom.
What greeted him in the living room nearly stopped his heart.
