After two weeks with a high fever, the cold chills came, which shook her fragile body, bringing the monk to the brink of despair. They didn't pass easily, so the monk had to take a decision. Seeing the king of the Moutai and his sister coming into Iris's room to check on her, he looked at them for some time and addressed the king, starting to take his clothes off.
-I need you to stay as witnesses, and he didn't care much about him frowning his forehead in confusion while his sister, Ayla just tried to look another way but hardly managing to do that at the sight of that perfectly sculpted body of the blue-eyed monk.
-What are you doing? the king seemed not to understand his intentions.
-She has no man so there must be a witness that I did not touch her. The guards are not enough, there
