The weather was getting colder, and without heating in the room, she finally felt the chill. Unable to resist, she burrowed deeper into the covers.
Thinking of something, she reached out to feel the side.
Empty?
Slight warmth lingered; he hadn't been gone long.
The quilt let in drafts, with cold air sneaking in bit by bit. She touched her bare skin and was suddenly flooded with crazy memories from last night, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Although things nearly got out of hand, Brother Yan was someone with boundaries; he wouldn't touch her.
She wrapped herself up like a pig-in-a-blanket, leaving only her head exposed, and couldn't help but call out, "Brother Yan?"
There was no answer; she assumed Yan Song had already left, and a wave of disappointment hit her.
At that moment, a series of firm footsteps approached from outside, her ears perked up, and she closed her eyes pretending to be asleep.
