Zac held up the plush toy and waved it teasingly in front of her. With a smug grin, he asked, “Jealous, are we? My girlfriend?” “Who’s your girlfriend? Don’t go around calling me that,” Helen grumbled, swatting his hand away and lowering her head in frustration. “Why didn’t I realize earlier?” she muttered to herself.She felt humiliated, having made such a fool of herself in front of Zac. “You are. You’re definitely my girlfriend,” Zac said with confidence. “Just now, when someone was asleep, she mumbled in her dreams, clung to my shirt, and wouldn’t let me go. She even insisted I stay with her, calling me her boyfriend. Oh, and by the way, you drooled on me too—left a nice little wet patch.” He leaned closer, his mischievous gaze locking onto hers as their noses nearly touched. “Trying to deny it?” Helen panicked, leaning back in a fluster. “Y-you’re making things up! I don’t talk in my sleep!” Seeing her denial, Zac casually walked into the bathroom and returned w
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