Alexander Summers laughed, "Not bad, you've made some progress in stamina."
Before, you had to sleep until the next morning after we were done, but this time you just took a little nap before waking up.
Purple was already numb to his shamelessness, she glanced around for her clothes, and finally found them in a crumpled heap under the desk, too wrinkled to wear anymore.
Purple complained angrily, "This was a gift from Jane McCain, she made it herself! You've ruined it all!"
Alexander seemed to not hear her anger and chuckled, "It's not bad, tell her to make a few more sets when she has the time."
Purple pinched his face hard out of frustration.
"Such strength, it looks like you've come back to life." Alexander, satisfied, teased Purple with a cheerful mood, "Who was it just now sobbing and saying they were about to die?"
