Qi Jianyi stirred awake as she felt a tight grip around her waist that made it almost impossible to breathe normally. Still half-dreaming, her heart fluttered in confusion—until she realized it was Song Chengfeng. His arm draped over her, holding her tight even in sleep. The stuffiness of his embrace made her chest ache, but at the same time, it felt safe, familiar.
While Qi Jianyi hesitated between slipping out of Song Chengfeng's embrace or staying where she was, the arm wrapped around her suddenly tightened, pulling her closer against him.
In the dark room, lit only by a sliver of moonlight, she couldn't see his face clearly—but she could hear his heartbeat, rapid and loud, as if it might burst at any moment.
"You're awake," she whispered softly, her left hand brushing gently across his chest.
Realizing he could no longer pretend to be asleep, Song Chengfeng lowered his chin to rest on her head and gave a quiet "hm."
