Chapter 317: The Missing Mate

I saw the veins on Michael's forehead popping up, and his eyes turned from dark brown to gold. I knew he was going to get angry.

"No, don't, Michael!" I blurted.

...

I got up from the bed and took deep breaths.

This was a dream.

I turned my head to look out the window. The sky was already bright. It was the morning of the next day.

It was already very late when Michael came back last night. We snuggled up on the sofa for a while, then washed up and went to bed, but where was Michael now?

I looked down at the cloth in my hand. It was Michael's pajamas. It seemed that he had left it for me in the morning. I always have the habit of hugging something when I sleep. I probably grabbed Michael too tightly this morning, and Michael didn't have the heart to wake me up, so he left me his clothes.

Thinking of this, I smiled and got out of bed. Maybe my mate was waiting for me in the dining room or living room.