Wherever you go, Wonderland was a 24-hour festival atmosphere, but the inn street was different.
Here, for the convenience of the guests, the streetlights would automatically turn off at a certain time, blocking out all noise.
So, hearing noises from outside meant that morning had come.
I opened my eyes to the hustle and bustle coming through the window.
However, no matter how many times I blinked, the world remained pitch black.
Something was blocking my view.
"Hehehe, master, you can't go there, huff!"
As I took a deep breath, Clara murmured in her sleep.
I realized that what was pressing against my face was her foot.
Carefully moving it aside, I sat up.
Last night, she had exhibited quite a remarkable sleeping habit.
Not only did she suddenly scream loudly, but at one point, she even kicked me in the shoulder.
Her clothes seemed to have disappeared somewhere, as she was wearing only a T-shirt and panties.