Mo Chengzhou lay on the soft bed, his eyes gently closed.
A sliver of cool moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell across the quilt.
Yan Wen tiptoed out of his room and went to Mo Chengzhou's door, pressing the handle down gently.
With a creak, the door opened a crack.
Yan Wen's eyes lit up. Wow! The door isn't locked. It's not like I insisted on coming here, but since I'm already here and the door's unlocked, I suppose I'll reluctantly go in.
Xiao Qi lay draped over Yan Wen's shoulder. Exactly, exactly. Mo Chengzhou lured you over, Host. It's not like you wanted to come here yourself.
Yan Wen entered the room, then quietly closed the door and locked it, taking care not to make a sound. He walked to the bedside to check whether Mo Chengzhou was asleep.
Yan Wen poked Mo Chengzhou's cheek. Once he was sure there was no reaction, he slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, placed one knee on the bed, then brought the other up. He lay down as gently and slowly as he could, then pulled the quilt back over himself.
In this position, Yan Wen's head lay just below Mo Chengzhou's. He looked up at Mo Chengzhou and found him still fast asleep. Growing bolder, he nestled a little closer into Mo Chengzhou's arms, then went to sleep, perfectly content.
Mo Chengzhou waited a long time, only opening his eyes once he heard steady breathing. He tilted his head and looked at that soft hair, feeling more content than ever before. Turning onto his side, he gathered Yan Wen into his arms.
Perhaps sensing the movement, Yan Wen shifted closer of his own accord, pressing his cheek against Mo Chengzhou's chest and naturally draping an arm