Abel woke up in his bed, confused the moment he opened his eyes. But what he saw next was even more confusing—a woman was sleeping on his chest, despite his fluffy build she was comfortable on him, thanks to the even fluffier bed.
Memories of the night before started to trickle back, and he felt the same heat rising below his waist. He didn't understand why he liked it, but he kind of wanted to do it again. Still, she was sleeping so soundly that he decided not to disturb her now.
He closed his eyes and began replaying the events in his mind. Should he inform the master? The thought crossed his mind, and he checked the instructions.
"Only in an emergency."
This didn't feel like an emergency, but then again, he wasn't entirely sure what counted as one. He decided he'd consult Tu Rong. She even instructed the master sometimes, so she'd probably know better than him.
