Chapter Sixty-Seven
"Ye Nanxun?" Yan Beiyou stood at the door and called softly.
With most of his face buried in his scarf, Ye Nanxun made an indistinct sound in response, still lying motionless on his side in bed.
"Do you still want the hot milk?"
He stepped lightly into the bedroom and set the glass on the bedside table without making a sound.
Standing beside the bed, Yan Beiyou braced one knee against its edge and leaned forward. Reaching over the tall young man below him, he grabbed the blanket that had been kicked aside, pulled it up, and covered Ye Nanxun again.
"Are you asleep?"
The corners of Yan Beiyou's lips lifted unconsciously. He slowly sat down beside the bed, turned sideways, and quietly watched the young man lying there.
During the fragile, sensitive heat period, he had left an alpha in a room full of pheromones.
Did Ye Nanxun really trust him that much?
Being trusted like this really was... a little irritating.
With a bitter smile, he gently shook his head and looked away from the omega. Just as Yan Beiyou was about to get up and leave, the hand hanging at his side by the bed suddenly brushed against something smooth and soft.
Black strands of hair slipped over the alpha's hand, and his breath caught in an instant.
Turning to look back, Yan Beiyou saw that the omega, who had just been curled beneath the covers clutching his scarf, had leaned his head against the back of Yan Beiyou's hand before rubbing his whole body closer.
Slender, pale fingers grasped the alpha's tan wrist, while a scorching, smooth cheek pressed against the cool back of his hand.
Ye Nanxun's eyes remained closed. Like a child who had finally gotten a sweet candy in his dream,