"..."
Lucien sat there, motionless. Her mind ranks with questions. 'For an entire 2 and half years? I was wearing that dame glamorous charm for nothing, thinking it was working and here, he had been listening to all my thoughts?'
She leans with both hands on the table. Her palm covers her face trying to hide her embarrassment or second-hand embarrassment and slowly slides towards her forehead; her fingers gently push the front hair to the back and clutch tight across her scalp.
Suddenly all those memories began to flew back; she remembers some while some she didn't. When he mentions 'pervert', she suddenly remembers the time she was either internally complimenting his physique or not so. 'Is that why he would cover his chest every time I see him in robes?'
She wanted to crawl under the ground and maybe, never come up again. 'Should I leave first?' She suddenly had a ridiculous idea. 'I can use my teleportation ability and I–'