C84 You're the One Holding Me Tight

"Hiss. . . "

The sunlight of the morning sun shone through the gaps of the curtains, shining through the lace layer that was embroidered with patterns on the snow-white blanket.

The blanket that was bulging into a large bag moved, and a snow-white leg stretched out from the corner of the blanket. Under the sunlight, it was so white that it was a little eye-piercing