The next morning, Eileen woke up and hastily lifted the blanket, only to find that her clothes were intact.

She and... Rafael hadn't done anything?

"Awake?"

Eileen looked up and saw Rafael emerging from the bathroom, wearing only a loosely draped towel. Cold water trickled down his hair, flowed over his well-defined abdominal muscles, and disappeared at the edge of the towel.

She felt flustered, "Um."

Rafael approached and sat on the bed.

Half of the bed collapsed instantly.

Eileen's heart raced.

Her ears turned red as if they could bleed.

Rafael reached out and pinched Eileen's delicate and soft earlobe, "You fell asleep last night."

"Ah?" Eileen remembered. Rafael...