"Dn, seriously, how do you fall asleep so quickly?" ra mumbled to herself, feeling at a loss for words. She forced her eyes shut, trying hard to follow suit.


    As far as she could remember, she''d never shared a bed with a guy before, let alone her boss. Sleep was nowhere in sight, so her mind began to wander.


    She remembered a note she had scribbled in her journal once: "Don''t trust Dn."


    Turning her head slightly, she took in his profile. He had one of those effortlessly handsome side profiles, with a nose bridge high enough to make you wonder if it was sculpted. There was not a single pore in sight at this range.


    Watching him made her eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough, she felt herself drifting off.


    It turned out, post-amnesia ra was quite careless.


    Once Dn heard the soft rhythm of her breathing, he slowly opened his eyes. He turned just enough to catch a glimpse of her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, like a tiny rabbit or a kitten, all innocence and calm.


    Without her old tricks and ns, she seemedpletely harmless.


    He raised his hand, intending to lightly tap her nose, but stopped midway, caught by some hesitation. With a gentle sigh, he pulled her nket up and let himself drift into sleep.


    That night, ra dreamt again, but everything was a blur. This time, it was filled with a jumble of voices; people were asking her what to do.


    Even in her dream, the tension was palpable, like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.


    The pressure jolted her awake, and she found herself staring straight into Dn''s eyes. He looked like he''d had a good night''s sleep, appearing more refreshed than he had in a while.


    ra let out a small sigh of relief. At least she was still effective as a human sleeping aid.


    She tried to get up quickly, forgetting about the bandages wrapped around her waist, and ended up flopping back down. Luckily, arge hand gently caught her back, setting her upright.


    "Thanks," she murmured.


    Dn''s hand lingered on her back, pressing lightly, "Feeling any better?"


    ra felt a bit awkward; there was something a bit too close about the gesture. Still, she brushed those thoughts away, remembering the time she''d ended up on top of him and how ufortable he''d looked. He was clearly not interested in anything more.


    It was all Simon''s fault for filling her head with that nonsense. Now, she overthought every little thing with Dn, and everything felt so awkward.


    Dn was just being nice, while she was the one letting silly thoughts creep in. How embarrassing.


    Dn was already out of bed, standing firmly on the floor, and had casually shrugged off his pajamas to open the wardrobe.


    ra didn''t even have time to process it before she was met with the sight of his well-defined physique. She froze for a moment, then quickly pped her hand over her eyes.


    "I''m still here, Mr. Dn. Are you that used to stripping down?"


    Dn''s fingers paused for a second, and he tossed over a casual, "Sorry, forgot you were there."


    ra awkwardly turned around, hearing the rustle of him getting dressed. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit.