The tip of Jiang Xun's nose bumped against Shen Wangjing's collarbone, his palm braced on his chest. Through the thin cotton of the hospital gown, he could feel both the texture of the bandages and the vibration of his heartbeat.
The hospital bed was absurdly narrow. One of his legs was wedged between Shen Wangjing's uncast leg and the bed rail, while the other dangled over the edge, leaving him sprawled on top of the man in an utterly undignified position.
Jiang Xun: !!!
Wrong. This was very wrong!
Was this still the same taciturn man who barely answered a full sentence, who wouldn't utter a word even if you beat it out of him?
During that month in Shiban Village, he'd practically talked his tongue off just to get a few "mm"s and "okay"s. How had this man suddenly become-
The fingers clasped around his lower back tightened a little more. The warmth of those fingertips seared through his thin T-shirt, sending a tingling shiver up from the small of his back.
"Let go!" Jiang Xun forced the words through his teeth.
Shen Wangjing didn't.
Not only did he not let go, his hand moved another half inch upward, his fingertips settling just above the small of Jiang Xun's back. The pressure wasn't strong, but their presence was enough to make his scalp prickle.
Every hair on Jiang Xun's body stood on end. Feigning composure, he lifted his chin. "Shen Wangjing, did that ore knock something loose in your head? Want me to call a doctor and have them check whether you're possessed while they're at it-"
He stalled halfway through.
Shen Wangjing turned his head, his lips drawing close to Jiang Xun's ear. His warm breath brushed over the earlobe, and that patch of skin flushed at a