Lancelot was woken up by the sound of Alamir washing his face, Shuni required their followers to clean their bodies every day, keeping their appearance neat and charming, but Lancelot only cared about one thing: he had really slept last night.
Last night...
Recalling the content of the dream, Lancelot couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face. The Tijana in the dream might be fake, but the pleasure felt as good as the real thing, and the perceptive Alamir immediately noticed the commotion on his side.
"You're awake..." The elf turned his head to look at him, suddenly showing a somewhat strange smile, "Looks like Shuni blessed you."
"Uh...what?"
"The Lady of Love sometimes bestows blessings, allowing the lonely to meet their lovers in dreams." Alamir winked at him, "Dreamt of Tijana last night, didn't you?"
"You can tell even that..."
