In the dim room, Jiangg Yao was curled up in Chen Yuan's arms like a kitten, clearly in a deep sleep. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her breathing peaceful.
She wore very little, the fabric just enough to cover the essentials, leaving large expanses of her fair skin exposed.
Perhaps because of her cold, she was sweating a little, and her skin felt slightly sticky.
Chen Yuan felt it as he held her.
Thankfully, a blanket covered them, or he wouldn't have been able to sleep. At first, even without looking, Chen Yuan found the mere act of holding her almost unbearable. When two people lie together, physical contact is inevitable.
Besides, her skin was as smooth as silk.
The constant friction was agonizing.
But he gradually realized that Jiangg Yao must have been truly exhausted. Soon, the arms she had wrapped around him went still, and she fell fast asleep.
