The moon shone bright amid sparse stars, restless hearts stirring beneath the quiet night.
The main light in the room had been switched off, leaving only a warm-toned Lotus Table Lamp between the two beds. Its faint glow was barely enough for them to make out each other's faces.
Jiang Yumiao had been lying on his back, but the second male lead's gaze was so scorching that he could hardly bear it. He could only squeeze his eyes shut and turn away, his back slightly curved, his arms involuntarily crossing to hug himself.
About ten minutes passed like that before Jiang Yumiao felt the pressure behind him seem to fade.
Had Ning Chunchi fallen asleep?
He waited another few minutes. Once he was sure there was no movement from the second male lead, he finally stopped suppressing his desire to look at Ning Chunchi and gently turned back to face him.
The instant he turned, Ning Chunchi, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly opened them.
Several meters separated them, both lying on their sides facing each other.
Jiang Yumiao startled and wanted to turn away again, yet he couldn't bear to avert his eyes.
In the warm light, the alpha's long lashes looked like raven feathers, making his eyes seem even deeper. Like the night, they appeared calm, yet danger lurked everywhere within them.
Their gazes met in the air, chasing and entwining.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise abruptly, making Jiang Yumiao tug at his collar despite himself.
The movement cleared his muddled head. His cheeks flushed as he said in a trembling voice, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Ning Chunchi's voice was low. "'You'?"
It was a single word without context, yet Jiang Yumiao understood.
His lashes fluttered, and he corrected himself. "Gege... why aren't you