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The wind blows, and it stirs Alfredo's emotions. It reminds him of bittersweet memories of today. He subconsciously smiles and halts to look at the window, watching the leaf fall from its tree freely.
However, someone had the gut to kill the tranquil moment.
"Your Highness, may I excuse myself for a while? I have a call of nature." Wylie shyly whispers with a blush on his cheeks in Alfredo's ears. Alfredo looks at him in disgust as he continues to fidgets on his knees due to his urine that he endured for some time.
His Highness's freehand shoves him as it permits Wylie to head to the comfort room.
Without nervously muttering a word, Wylie marches to the comfort room as he can finally release his pee.
While waiting for Wylie, a pitchy voice shrieks, "Your Highness?" He freezes as he hears someone calls
