When Yun Chuan heard the words "Stay away from me," his heart gave a sharp pang.
He was afraid Yu Xiuyuan was genuinely angry.
But when he recalled Yu Xiuyuan's moist eyes earlier, his heart began racing again.
He was tormented inside, yet his body was excited.
Everything around them grew quieter, and Yu Xiuyuan's breathing grew steadier.
In the faint light, Yun Chuan looked at his soft hair, the urge to touch it growing stronger.
Just as he was about to lose control, Yu Xiuyuan moved.
He seemed uncomfortable in his sleep and turned over, rolling into Yun Chuan's arms just as he had the night before.
Yun Chuan even held his breath, afraid of waking the man in his arms.
After what felt like a century, he slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around him.
With that familiar scent filling his embrace again, the unease in his heart gradually faded.
His fingers finally touched the hair he had been longing to stroke.
When Yun Chuan woke, his arms were empty.
Before he was fully awake, his fingers moved, finding only the slightly cool bedding.
His heart sank, and he opened his eyes.
He found Yu Xiuyuan right in front of him, so close he could count his eyelashes.
But before he could finish counting, those eyes suddenly opened.
Yu Xiuyuan blinked and scooted back.
"You startled me. Why are you so close?"
Before Yun Chuan could speak, Yu Xiuyuan sat up and stretched, raising his arms high.
Right before his eyes, a small strip of slender, pale waist was exposed.
Hidden under the covers, Yun Chuan's hand quietly clenched.
Soon, the shirt fell back into place. Yu Xiuyuan gave a muffled hum, climbed out of bed, and left.
"I wonder if Xiao Liu's got breakfast ready. I