Under the cover of the blindfold, when Fisher's vision was mercilessly blocked, his remaining senses became particularly acute. Now, he could only feel the touch on his body, hear Elizabeth's demanding sounds, a sensation as if transformed into someone craving for a feast on the dining table, making him involuntarily shudder. He hurriedly spoke,
"Wait a moment, Elizabeth, isn't it still morning?"
"Mmm... Mmm..."
Although it was reasonable persuasion, somehow in front of Elizabeth at this moment, it seemed so pale, as if Fisher spoke another language that she completely couldn't understand, causing her to continue demanding Fisher's attention as if she hadn't heard.
