Unexpectedly, this time when they met again, the look in Yi Roujing's eyes towards him was different, and Ding Ancheng wasn't sure if this was what he had hoped for.
"Umm—" The person beside him turned over, facing him, with an arm and leg sticking out from under the covers. Ding Ancheng frowned, tucking the person back in, only to have them snuggle right up to him, sleeping in his arms.
All that was visible was a head, the face white with a hint of pink, warm breath seemingly carrying a touch of sweetness. Seeing this, Ding Ancheng averted his gaze, gently pushing the person a bit further in, and Yi Roujing naturally rolled over.
Ding Ancheng didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up again, it was pitch dark outside, and there was pressure on his chest and legs.
Yi Roujing's right hand and leg were draped over him, covered by the blanket, though he wasn't sure when they had slipped out. Ding Ancheng reached out and touched them, finding them cold.
