Morning...
The sun began to rise, its light breathing life into the world.
On the bed, Leon slept soundly, his arms wrapped around Arshley's soft, alluring figure.
"Hmmm…" His eyelids twitched briefly as sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains.
A few minutes later, he let out a long yawn and slowly opened his heavy eyes.
"Is it morning already?" he mumbled in a daze, his forehead creasing slightly.
His gaze shifted to the large clock on the left wall—it was already 7 a.m.
Neither too early nor too late. A reasonable time to wake up.
After confirming he hadn't overslept, Leon attempted to sit up, only to realize that he was trapped.
Arshley's arms were wrapped around his neck, and her legs were draped over his stomach and thighs.
The corner of Leon's lips twitched as he stared at her helplessly.
"She really hasn't changed since childhood," he murmured, gently pinching her cheek.
