Inside a different dorm from Reynold's room, he was sleeping on a couch with a blanket on him.
His body suddenly felt heavy on the couch and his head was starting to throbbing. A low groan left his lip as he stretched his body on the couch.
Strange! Why does it feel so soft? His bed is not this soft. Reynold blinked his eyes and then flipped them open. The first thing that his eyes saw was the ceiling of the house.
Where was he? Reynold had a confused look. He shifted his eyes away from the ceiling and to his body to see he was sleeping on a couch and not a bed. A thick green blanket covered him.
The scent in the parlor was nice, and the furniture inside it was luxurious and nothing like his cramped dorm room.
He frowned, checking his clothes. Black T-shirt, slim-fit trousers, all intact. Only his shoes were missing. His eyes scanned the large decorated room, stopping on a figure in the corner.
It was a girl, she was seated on a chair, her back to him.
