205 || Chapter 200 || Third Young Master Moumou? A Servant?

Moulin frowns.

The soft sheets beneath his body crumpled as he turned to sleep on his side. The gentle morning light from the windows bathes his slumbering form. Flawless skin glowing with warmth. The light gently touches his closed eyelids.

A crease appeared between youth's slender brows. Slowly, Moulin's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light of his surroundings. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he did. 

"…?"

Moulin felt the drowsiness leave his body as he slowly rose from the bed. His fingers curled on the furred blankets covering his body. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Moulin found himself staring at the open glass doors of the balcony. 

A frown decorated his face. He recalled waiting for Hadrian at the balcony. Did he fell asleep? Did Hadrian move him to the bed?