After the spring rain, dawn broke.
The morning sunlight slipped through the gauze curtains with a refreshing breeze.
On the hotel's large bed, the two slept in each other's arms, their breathing deep and steady.
"Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz-" Someone's phone was ringing, vibrating incessantly.
"Mmm..." The young man nestled sleepily into the warm embrace, unwilling to wake.
Shen Yanci half opened his eyes. Keeping one arm around the sleeping young man, he reached out to feel for the phone on the nightstand.
Without even looking, he hung up.
He yawned and sleepily held the young man close, ready to fall asleep again.
The familiar scent of greenery and liquor filled Song Yunxing's nose. His head felt heavy, and he unconsciously nuzzled Shen Yanci's chest, trying to find a comfortable position.
But the moment he moved his thigh, a wave of soreness jolted him fully awake.
Song Yunxing's brows drew together slightly, his lashes fluttering.
Shen Yanci was asleep beside him.
Sleeping, Shen Yanci looked much more docile than usual. His short black hair lay scattered across his forehead, and with his sharp, deep-set eyes closed, some of his aloofness had faded.
Song Yunxing tipped his head back to look at him, unable to understand how things had come to this.
Gradually, memories of his drunken night washed over him like the tide, and his face flushed bright red.
He really had gone crazy with drink!
Yesterday! Yesterday! It was too mortifying to remember!
Their clothes had fallen in a trail from the doorway to the bedroom. Not only had he received another temporary mark, but he had also...
Flushed all over, the young man curled up like a shrimp.
Feeling the movement in his arms, Shen Yanci opened his eyes.
"You're awake." His voice was husky from sleep.
The young