Before, she had once worn his white shirt.
It had been raining for several days and nights then, and her sleepwear was still wet, yet she urgently needed something to wear.
An idea struck her and she rushed into his room to grab a white shirt.
It was a summer night, and after showering, she wore his shirt as pajamas and sat on the living room couch—
Snacking and watching television while waiting for him.
At that time, he was always late coming home from business meetings.
That day was no different, the living room door only opened past midnight.
She had already fallen asleep, slumped on the sofa, a bag of snacks still in her hand.
However, the snacks had been spilled all over the floor!
She vaguely remembers being carried back to her room by him.
Groggily opening her eyes, she noticed his gaze was different from usual, as if...a little heated, his body feeling unusually warm.
