Morning...
Leon, sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly felt something cold touch his chest, causing his eyebrows to furrow slightly.
"Fiona, I'm still tired. Don't bother me," Leon muttered in a low tone, shifting slightly to the side.
But the cold sensation persisted, returning to his chest and stomach, abruptly waking him from his sleep.
"Ugh... Fiona, didn't I tell you not to bother me?" Leon complained faintly as he forced his heavy eyelids open.
Every morning, Fiona had a habit of waking him up in strange ways—lying on his body, pressing her tummy against his face, and other odd antics.
So he was sure that the cold sensation in his stomach and chest was Fiona's doing once again.
With a lazy sigh, Leon stretched out his hands to move the little girl off his stomach but was instantly shocked to realize that the cold sensation on his chest and stomach wasn't caused by Fiona—it was a hand!
