Chi Ning curled up like a shrimp, buried his face in Qin Heng's pillow, and nodded. The pillow was full of Qin Heng's scent, making it even harder to ignore his own reaction.
He muttered softly, "You... you let me be alone for a while."
Qin Heng gently patted the puffed-up bundle of blankets, like a big bad wolf knocking on a little rabbit's door. "Want me to help?"
Chi Ning went stiff all over. "N-No. According to medical theory, if I wait a little while, it'll go down on its own."
Qin Heng chuckled softly. Chi Ning was unbearably innocent.
He slipped a hand beneath the covers and touched Chi Ning's cheek, then lay down on his side and pulled back the blanket to cover himself.
The space was dim.
Cramped, with little oxygen.
Chi Ning swallowed, almost immediately feeling short of breath and overheated.
It suddenly occurred to him that Qin Heng's hand against him earlier had been cool, carrying a trace of moisture and almost icy. He immediately grabbed it and pressed it to his cheek, letting out a comfortable long breath.
Qin Heng's Adam's apple bobbed.
Chi Ning asked quietly, "What are you going to do?"
Qin Heng thought, Fuck, I really am a gentleman. I can even hold back in a situation like this.
He lowered his head and kissed the tip of Chi Ning's nose. "I want to sleep a little longer. I'm kind of tired."
Chi Ning gave an oh. Before he could say anything else, someone turned him over so that his back faced Qin Heng, their bodies pressed tightly together.
His whole body stiffened as he asked dryly, "Then we're not watching the sunrise?"
The back of his neck tickled, as though Qin Heng's nose had brushed against it. Then a