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Archdemon Empress Luna
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Upon witnessing him fall like a puppet whose strings had been cut out of nowhere, Luna rushed towards the large four-poster king-sized bed and attempted to lift him up in her arms like a child or an invalid.
Her heartbeat was racing but she tried to keep her cool.
"Are you alright, Apollyon?" Luna asked as her small hand cupped his jaw, giving it a gentle tap.
Concern was written across every inch of her face and her tone. "You don't look well."
She wanted to check the color of his complexion but the chamber was too dark except for the glowing emerald walls illuminating both of them. "Are you hurt?"
Was her husband really this sex-deprived that he fainted because he couldn't take it anymore?
Should she have helped him come at least even if that was against her original plan?