Ayana slept all night. Tristan's sex last night drained her. Ayana woke up wearing her pajamas. She stared at her red silk pajamas-clad body.
"Didn't I fall asleep nude yesterday night?" Ayana whispered. She recalled falling asleep. Ayana even recalled that Tristan's game was draining her energy, so she didn't have time to clean up. "Then? Who dressed me? "Ayana thought.
She speculated about her situation. "Could it have been Tristan?" Ayana drowned in shock. She removed her heavy blanket.
"What time is it?" Ayana searched for the clock. No time. Ayana then chose to take her cell phone, which she kept next to her dressing table. After checking her phone's time, Ayana wondered, "Still at six?"