Shadow Brake Expressionlessly Asks to Share a Bed: "Should We Sleep Together Every Day from Now On?"

The next morning.

When Lin An opened his eyes, he found himself tightly locked in a pair of arms.

Shadow Brake's chin rested atop his head.

One hand was wrapped around his waist, while the other passed beneath his neck, holding his entire body against her like a body pillow.

The grip was neither too tight nor too loose—just enough that he could not break free.

Her pinkish-purple hair lay scattered across the pillow like moonlight spilling over it.

Several strands draped across his cheek, carrying a cool, faint fragrance.

Lin An's brain crashed for three seconds.

Then, expressionlessly, he reached out and poked Shadow Brake's cheek.

His fingertip sank into a patch of warm, delicate softness, so bouncy it was absurd.

Shadow Brake opened her eyes.

There was none of the haziness of waking in her blood-red pupils—only their usual emptiness and calm.

"Good morning, Young Master."

Her voice was cool and even.

Yet when her gaze fell upon the boy's face, so close at hand, her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.

Morning light leaked through the gap in the curtains, coating his profile in a soft, pale golden glow.

His lashes cast fine shadows beneath his eyelids.

The collar of his pajamas hung slightly open, revealing a slender collarbone and skin so pale it was nearly translucent.

Last night, he had curled up in her arms like this, completely defenseless.

Shadow Brake's hand rose of its own accord and brushed through Lin An's hair.

Her fingertips passed through his soft black hair, gently smoothing it down.

Her movements were light and slow, as though she were caressing some fragile treasure.

"Morning my ass—you climbed into my bed again."

Lin An sat up and rubbed his lower back, which had been held in place all night and was faintly numb.

His