Hurricane Wen

Qie Ranzhe turned the handle of the room where Wen Qinxi was sleeping, the dim light from the small lamp casting a soft glow over the space. Wen Qinxi had taken off his sweater and was lying with his limbs sprawled all over the place his brows creased like he wasn't peaceful even in his dream.

Qie Ranzhe took off his jacket and hung it with the sweater before sitting next to him. He gently caressed Wen Qinxi's cheek and his fingers trailed up to his forehead that was knitted together and massaged it. In his sleep, Wen Qinxi whimpered softly, stirring at Qie Ranzhe's touch. His brows loosened and they were no longer furrowed. With a sigh, Qie Ranzhe squeezed into the small bed, wrapping his arms around Wen Qinxi, seeking solace in the warmth of their embrace. 

"I found him Xi Xi. I found him," he whispered into Wen Qinxi's ear the tautness in his muscles loosening as he unburdened himself from the stress he had for so long.