Sam has a fondness for cats, but not when they shed their fur.
Sam also has a liking for women, but not when they lose their hair.
Hence, some situations are inevitable, just like the current moment.
Observing his sister, whose demeanor has become somewhat imposing, even exerting pressure on himself, Sam felt a tremendous headache.
"Ah... are you sure it wasn't you who shed it? Weren't you also sitting on my bed just now?"
Indeed, it took Ava quite a bit of effort to wake Sam up, and a whole night of lovemaking left him feeling exhausted, sleeping deeply.
So, suggesting it was his sister's hair seemed reasonable, yet Ava looked at Sam with a cold laugh.
"Can't I tell if it's my own hair? Besides, this hair smells different from mine."
"???"
Wasn't that a bit too absurd?
A single hair, how can you tell it's different? And the smell! Not even a dog has a nose as sensitive as yours, okay?
