A sharp ringing shattered the quiet of the night, jerking Wenzhi from sleep.
He opened his eyes slowly, still half asleep when he felt a warm breath against his stomach.
At first, he expected to see Xinyuan sleeping beside him. But the other side of the bed was empty.
Wenzhi frowned faintly and rubbed at his eyes before the steady breathing against him finally registered properly.
He froze.
Xinyuan was under the blanket. Completely buried beneath it with his arms wrapped tightly around Wenzhi's waist, his face pressed against his stomach as he slept soundly.
Wenzhi pressed a hand against his forehead.
"What are you doing?" he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
Xinyuan didn't react at all.
Even when Wenzhi tried pushing at his head, all Xinyuan did was tighten his hold like an oversized sleeping cat refusing to move.
The phone kept ringing.
Wenzhi awkwardly twisted sideways and finally grabbed it from behind him.
Jiang Zhaohe.
