Chapitre 125: Powerless Witch

"Did he...did he change my clothes too?"

My breath was stuck in my chest, and no word could come out from my throat. I felt like I would suffocate at the thought of what happened last night. 'The red-eyed man should not be that sort of a rascal, right?' 

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out the stuffy air stuck through my mouth.

"Did he see me naked, or did he not?" I kept mumbling under my breath, not knowing what I should feel now. It might be a kind gesture, but it would be downright embarrassing if a stranger—a man to boost—saw a lady without clothes on.

I wanted to scream, but I covered my mouth, trying to swallow my frustration. It wasn't easy to accept it, and though I didn't wish to say a word about it, my mind kept thinking on its own, asking the same questions again and again. 

'Did he really personally change my clothes? Did he see me without clothes on? Did he? Did he not?'