Good Answer.

Hugo's eyes cracked open slowly, his body feeling pleasantly sore, his mind still foggy with sleep.

The first thing he registered was warmth—soft, clinging warmth sprawled across his chest.

He blinked down and found Lisa, completely draped over him like an adorable human koala, her cheek pressed against his skin, arms wrapped around him tightly, and one leg possessively thrown over his waist.

Her lips were slightly parted, and soft, delicate snores escaped them.

Hugo's lips twitched.

'Cute. Too cute. How is this the same woman who was an absolute succubi last night?'

Her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks, her messy hair cascading over his shoulder.

Even asleep, she was holding onto him like he was a prized possession that might disappear if she let go.

Nostalgic…

Hugo's gaze softened as he thought back to the morning after his first system death mission.