Her flaxen-colored long hair fell down naturally and fluffy, and she was wearing a light white silk nightdress that didn't reach her knees, with a wider neckline and white flowers.

Seeing the defenseless posture of the other party who didn't even wear underwear, Lumian couldn't let his eyes wander.

Franka seemed to know who the visitor was before she opened the door, and asked with a smile, "Come to ask for mystical knowledge?