Just as Yohase Kanon slipped under Chen Fan's covers, the sound of a door opening rang out. Chen Fan hurriedly pulled Yohase Kanon into his arms and signaled for her not to make a sound.
"Chen Fan, why do I seem to hear people talking?" Shishihua came out and asked Chen Fan.
"Maybe it's coming from outside. After all, the festival is tomorrow."
"Is that so?" Shishihua went to the bathroom, then returned to her own room. She did not open Yohase Kanon's room—Chen Fan's former room—to take a look. Perhaps she felt that doing so would be disrespectful to a girl.
Throughout it all, Yohase Kanon pressed tightly against Chen Fan's chest. She could clearly sense the masculine scent coming from him. Her face flushed red as she breathed it in. Her purpose in coming here this time had been to stay in Chen Fan's embrace a little longer. Yesterday, when she had felt her coldest and loneliest, it had been Chen Fan's arms that made her feel warm and safe. She had enjoyed it immensely. Even lying on the cold hospital bed, she had been unable to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she remembered what she had done as a Simulated Angel. So early that morning, she had gone to Chen Fan's class and made this request of him.
Of course, she knew it was an extremely improper request. But that was how she felt. Even knowing that Chen Fan had complicated relationships with many girls, all she wanted was that feeling of safety and warmth.
So when Chen Fan agreed to let her come here, she had been overjoyed. Chen Fan's bed carried his scent, but it was worlds apart from being held in his arms. With a little unease and a little shyness in her