The autumn sun is bright and splendid, with birdsong and the scent of flowers drifting through the window.
The bed inside the room is a disordered scene of intimacy, with Abigail's arms, white as jade, wrapped around Brandon's neck, a thin sheen of sweat moistening her hair ends and a dreamy look in her eyes. The man on top of her is just as overwhelmed, especially when the sudden sound of running footsteps exacerbates the moment.
Sounds of Threo barking and Aunt Claudia's anxious shouts mix together, growing louder and clearer.
The two on the bed tense up, with Abigail particularly wanting to get off the bed in panic, but Brandon firmly holds onto her.
Abigail becomes frantic, "Let go of me, quick."
"How am I supposed to let go now?" Brandon clenched his teeth as he looked at the person beneath him, a stunning face also covered with a thin layer of sweat.
