Still half-asleep, the weasel sniffed the air repeatedly before suddenly jolting upright and spinning in circles atop the blanket.
There was a strong scent lingering in the sheets.
A scent that shouldn't have been there.
It was the scent of a black mamba.
Even if Wooheon had been on the bed yesterday, he’d only been lying on top of Yueul.
The scent shouldn’t have lingered this strongly—especially not from his human form.
But this wasn’t his human scent.
It was unmistakably the black mamba.
The weasel kept sniffing, pacing back and forth across the plush bedding, nose working overtime.
Then Yueul suddenly shifted back, his body expanding and morphing in a flash.
He blinked in disbelief.
Had Wooheon... actually crawled into the bed in his snake form?
He grabbed the clothes that had been left crumpled on the white blanket, threw them on, and rushed out of the room.
“What’s got you charging out like that?”
