Heath had to admit that, expensive as it was, this hotel had very nice rooms and bedding. Just lying down for a moment made him feel sleepy, but before that, he still had to go wash up.
"I'll be the landlord!" As soon as Heath reached the living room, he saw Zoroark playing cards with Kirlia and Mew. He shook his head helplessly at the sight. If only he had never taught Zoroark how to play Fight the Landlord.
Heath was now very worried that his food truck might turn into some bizarre offline Happy Fight the Landlord meetup spot.
"Good night, Heath." Just as he was about to enter the bathroom, Heath saw Cynthia coming out. She seemed to have taken a bath; her hair was still a little damp, and he caught a whiff of oranges.
"Good night, Cynthia." Heath's face was a little red. He scratched his cheek sheepishly, feeling a little awkward, but still managed to say good night.
"You're not going to have trouble sleeping, are you?" Cynthia blinked and asked playfully. Heath immediately declared that he absolutely would not. He did not even know what insomnia felt like. Seeing him like this, Cynthia happily went back to her room.
After washing up and returning to his room, Heath decided to skip meditating for the first time in a while. He thought this bed would surely be very comfortable to sleep in, so he lay straight down and soon fell asleep.
In his haze, Heath vaguely sensed that something was off, but he did not think much of it. Zoroark had probably finished playing and was coming back to sleep.
But right after that, Heath noticed something unusual.
The scent of oranges.
Heath's eyes snapped open. Although the room's lights were off, he could still