Waking up the next morning, Xinyuan found himself wrapped around Wenzhi.
His head rested against Wenzhi's chest. One arm was around his waist.
Then he looked at Wenzhi's face and immediately frowned.
Wenzhi was still asleep. Too deeply asleep. His face looked pale against the pillow.
His freckles stood out more than usual. Even his lips lacked some of their normal colour.
Xinyuan carefully loosened his hold and sat up. His gaze never left Wenzhi.
Something felt wrong.
He pressed two fingers against Wenzhi's neck.
His pulse was steady and strong. Completely normal.
Xinyuan released a breath. But his frown remained.
Wenzhi felt cold.
His hand moved to Wenzhi's forehead.
Still cold....
"Is his guiding energy depleting too quickly now?" The thought soured his mood.
They hadn't even guided properly last night.
He had taken the suppressants before Wenzhi had broken into the room.
