As the rough breeze brushed against the glass window, Luo Muchen lay awake watching Qie Xieling's body gently falling and rising like the tranquil ripples in a deep cave pool far from outside world interference.
He curled his fingers clutching the pillow as he resisted the urge to hug Qie Xieling to sleep.
Exhaustion slowly took over. As he drifted off to sleep, his breathing slowed and steadied his expression that of complete content. As his eyelids became heavy and drooping, Qie Xieling suddenly turned over. Luo Muchen opened his eyes all his sleep was gone at that moment.
Qie Xieling gently wrapped his arms around Luo Muchen's waist and pulled him closer before he finally stopped moving. With his face close, Luo Muchen could feel his warm breath spraying on his face sending sparks straight to his heart. With those lips near to his Luo Muchen's heart couldn't take it.
He really wanted to kiss. Just a few inches and they would be able to but...