In the darkness, both their breathing grew heavy.
"What did you say?" Fu Zhiyan finally broke the silence, asking very softly, a trace of nervousness in his voice. "My Xia language isn't very good. Is Bad Dog someone's name?"
Seeing that Fu Zhiyan refused to admit it.
Wen Yanyu closed his eyes and stopped pressing him, shifting toward the inside of the bed to make room for the man to sleep.
Fu Zhiyan climbed onto the bed and lay down along its edge.
As though aware of how cold his body was, Fu Zhiyan stayed curled up at the edge without moving any closer, even though the bed was narrow and fitting two adult men on it was already difficult.
The night was silent.
Their breathing steadied.
Just when Fu Zhiyan thought the person beside him had fallen fast asleep, he secretly opened his eyes. His pale irises gave him excellent visibility even in the dark.
By the faint moonlight filtering through the gaps, Fu Zhiyan carefully traced the features of the person beside him with his gaze.
Little by little.
He greedily wanted to engrave the appearance of the person beside him in his heart forever.
Without realizing it, Fu Zhiyan became so absorbed in looking that he failed to notice when the person under his gaze silently opened his eyes.
Until his gaze traced back to those eyes.
Their eyes met.
He looked into Wen Yanyu's clear eyes.
"Sorry." Fu Zhiyan froze and hurriedly moved to turn away.
His wrist was seized tightly.
"Will you stay in this world?" Wen Yanyu asked him.
Fu Zhiyan's breath caught. His gaze darted about, utterly guilty, and he did not dare answer.
He instinctively wanted to push away Wen Yanyu's hand holding him and pretend they had never known each other,