Cry , Even better if you , beg

For a long time, Leyla thought she was hallucinating.

Leyla often did. Because of her bad eyesight, she saw the fruit that fell from the tree as a squirrel and she often got startled thinking a tree branch floating in the water was a person.

But this time, the visible silhouette was no doubt, a person. And it was a man. A tall, naked man. When his wet, black hair came into view, she could no longer cling onto her self-justification that it was an illusion.

Right now, that thing floating on the current was undeniably Duke Matthias von Herhardt.

The bewildered Leyla dropped the newspaper in her hand. If she hadn't reflexively grasped the tree branch, she would have fallen to the ground along with her newspaper.

Her conscious told her.

Close your eyes right now. No, get off the tree as fast as you can and leave this forest. Or at least scream in shock.

But all Leyla could do was speechlessly stare at the man without any clothes on. It was indeed Duke Herhardt. The man just stared back at Leyla with no intention of hiding his naked body while still floating in the water.

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I hope he'll just wash away with the current!

By the time the wind started to eagerly blow, the duke suddenly began to swim towards the shore of the river, where Leyla was.

"Ah, no!"