The next day, Sam's eyes opened with a hint of annoyance as he massaged his forehead. "That dream is persistent. This is already the fifth time I'm having this exact dream. I need to talk to Aunt Victoria about this."
As he pondered in his head, he felt movement on his chest. Adriana's golden eyes glimmered as she looked at him calmly.
"A bad dream?" Adriana asked as she massaged his chest and rested her head on his broad shoulder.
"Only time will decide if it's a good or bad dream," Sam replied, shifting his eyes towards the other white-haired girl lying on his empty hand. The girl had a small smile on her tired face, her hair all messy, and her drool wetting his arm.
Adriana smiled seeing this scene. "She was so hasty, couldn't wait another day to lose her flower to you? She had to interrupt my night battle with you, isn't she?"
