Sunlight streamed through the translucent walls of the pink, heart-shaped bubble, spreading warm patches of light across the soft, spacious bed.
Carina poked her head out of the covers, her long silver-white hair scattered messily across the pillow, her brows drooping listlessly. The moment she opened her eyes, her whole face scrunched up.
"My head hurts so much-"
Her voice was hoarse and weak, carrying the miserable whine of a hangover:
"Alcohol doesn't taste good at all!"
A slender arm reached over from beside her, gently wrapped around her waist, and pulled her back under the covers.
Boer scooped her onto him, letting her lie on his chest. His other hand rested behind his head, amusement in his red eyes. He looked as lazy as a big cat basking in the sun.
"Then stay in bed a little longer." His voice was languid, rough with sleep. "We don't have anything to do before noon anyway."
Lying on him, Carina nuzzled him groggily, and then-
She froze.
Under the covers, she wasn't wearing a stitch.
She looked down at herself, then at Boer. Her pale blue eyes went perfectly round, and a blush visibly spread across her face.
Boer raised a hand, gathering a faint electric current at his fingertips, and gently pressed them against her temples. The current tingled, bringing a peculiar soothing sensation.
"A certain little thing threw up all over the floor-" His voice held a smile. "Your clothes got dirty, so Mr. Boer washed you off."
The current slowly spread, and the dizziness and headache of her hangover gradually faded.
Carina narrowed her eyes in pleasure, like a fox having its fur stroked.
Then she caught on.
"Huh?" There was a trace of indescribable disappointment in her voice. "Boer didn't do anything to Carina?"
She turned onto