The next morning, Ningyan woke to solid, steady warmth and the unmistakable presence of someone beneath him.
His brows furrowed as he shifted, still half-asleep, aware of the slow rise and fall beneath him… and the firm hold around his waist that kept him in place.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. White lashes lifted just enough to reveal Wuhen, who was still deep in sleep.
Ningyan was draped over him, pressed close, Wuhen's arm locked securely around his body as if he had no intention of letting go even in sleep.
"…You've got to be kidding me," Ningyan muttered under his breath.
From what he could tell, they were still in Jun Haoxuan's chamber.
But Haoxuan himself was nowhere in sight.
They were alone.
Well... Not entirely.
Ningyan shifted, trying to ease himself out of Wuhen's grip, but the movement only made Wuhen tighten his hold unconsciously.
A breath hitched faintly in Ningyan's throat. "…This is ridiculous."
