Misunderstanding

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Inside the Phillips family estate's courtyard house.

Connor slowly opened his eyes and realized that Freya was lying on his body like an octopus. Her soft and boneless arms were tightly wrapped around Connor's neck, her slender and fair legs were clamped around Connor's waist, and her exquisite face was buried in his chest.

Connor knew that because the weather was relatively cold and the courtyard house was located in the suburbs, the temperature was naturally lower, so it made sense that Freya would instinctively hug Connor to keep warm after she fell asleep.

He looked at Freya's flushed face and could not help but feel a little restless. He couldn't help but think that it would be great if he could have a relationship with Freya.