Kuisi's cheeks were tinged with a rosy glow.
There was a faint smile hanging at the corner of her mouth.
Just as Kuisi was about to touch Lynn, a sound like metal scraping rang out in the private room.
Swoosh!
Lynn's right hand moved, drawing the one-handed sword placed beside the bathtub.
In an instant, the sword was pressed against Kuisi's neck.
Feeling the coldness at her neck, Kuisi's face was filled with shock.
Her words were stuttered, as she nervously asked, "Lord, what are you...?"
Perhaps because of the fright, Kuisi's body crouched down slowly.
The round, snow-white visage in front of her was directly exposed to Lynn's eyes.
However.
Lynn had no intention of looking further.
His right hand held the one-handed sword, still pressed against Kuisi's neck, with a composed expression as he looked at Kuisi.
"Yar Bed, I think you can revert to your original form now."
