126 Even her drooling face is cute

Strands of moonlight danced in through the wide-open rectangular grilled windows and along with it came in a thick wisp of black smoke.

The smoke-like substance swirled in a circular motion and suspiciously hovered around the head of the bed right next to the window.

Oblivious to this, a slender mesmerizing figure laid still, leisurely sleeping on the feather bed. 

Her pale blue chest, half exposed and half-hidden beneath a silky lavender robe, heaved up and down, dancing rhythmically to her soft inhales and exhales.

Her one hand casually rested on her forehead and her other hand was clung tightly to a ball of fur scooped up next to her. The two looked extremely adorable cuddled up next to each other.