The wind and snow outside had stopped.
Morning light filtered in through a narrow gap in the curtains.
Yuan Su lay on his side, perfectly still.
The girl in his arms slept peacefully, but her hand still clutched his clothes unconsciously, as though afraid he would leave without saying goodbye again.
He had actually been awake for a long time.
Or rather, he had barely slept all night.
The warmth of their bodies pressed together, that sweet, unbearable torment.
He had sweated with the effort of holding back, nearly giving in several times to the urge to go further-to kiss her lips, to slip his hand beneath that thin layer of fabric...
But in the end, he had only held her tighter, suppressing every restless impulse in an almost suffocating embrace.
The clock on the wall showed seven thirty.
Yuan Su gently brushed his fingers through her slightly tousled hair, his fingertips lingering over the delicate, pale skin at the back of her neck.
He carefully eased his arm out from under her and sat up as gently as he could.
The girl in his arms stirred, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes sleepily.
Their eyes met.
They were close enough to see their reflections in each other's eyes.
Pu Yu's face flushed red in an instant.
She hadn't felt it with the lights off last night, but in broad daylight, the sight of them having shared a bed was far too overwhelming.
"...You're awake?"
Yuan Su's voice was husky with sleep, sounding a little sexy.
"Mm," Pu Yu answered softly, rubbing her cheek against the pillow and feeling inexplicably hot.
"It's still early."
Yuan Su sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Sleep a little longer."
With that,