Meanwhile, in Javier's Room…
The morning sun peeked gently through the curtains, casting soft rays across the bed.
Liana, still half-asleep, let out a quiet sigh as she shifted slightly beneath the covers. She was hugging something warm, soft, and—
Squish.
Her fingers paused.
Squish squish.
"...Hmm?"
"Since when did Young Master's body feel like this…?"
Still in that foggy space between dream and wakefulness, Liana furrowed her brows slightly.
Meanwhile—
"Ahn~ Young Master, naughty boy~"
Gloria's sleepy voice murmured with a soft shiver, clearly enjoying whatever dream—or misunderstanding—was playing out in her mind.
There was a moment of shared silence.
Then—
Flick!
"Ow!"
Gloria yelped, her eyes flying open.
Liana sat up slightly, now wide awake and glaring at her.
Gloria pouted, rubbing her forehead.
"That hurt…"
Liana crossed her arms under the blanket.
"Stop moaning like that in the morning."
"I thought it was him!" Gloria whispered back, cheeks flushed.
