It was late at night. The only light in the room was a thin sliver of moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtains.
Jiang Yixia lay in bed. She turned over and drifted off into a groggy sleep.
Her consciousness slowly faded.
She felt as if she were floating, yet also as if she were wrapped in something warm and soft.
She had a dream.
In her dream, she was lying on her familiar large bed. The blanket was soft, and the pillow smelled sweet.
Beside her was a warm body. Through their thin pajamas, the heat transferred to her bit by bit, like a stove in winter or a late-summer breeze.
She could feel his breath, even and deep, ghosting across the nape of her neck, making it tingle and itch.
It was Lu Fan.
She didn't turn around, but she knew it was him.
His arm reached over, gently wrapping around her waist.
His hand was large and warm, with distinct knuckles and thin calluses.
