Chapitre 145: To Killian's Fortune! Three folks!

"Relax, I was just kidding," Killian said, gesturing for them to calm down with his hands.

Fanfar jolted upright. His hair was disheveled, and he clutched the sheets like they could shield him from embarrassment. “Wait—your bed?!” he stammered, looking around as if seeing the room for the first time.

“I’m aware,” Kiti said coolly, crossing her arms and blowing a strand of purple hair off her face. Her gaze lingered on the room, noting its extravagance—an antique globe in one corner, a marble chess set arranged meticulously on a low table, and an oil painting of a serene countryside above the fireplace. “But you should know, I don’t settle for just two people in a bed as luxurious as yours.”

Killian blinked, his cheeks flushing. “Really?”