Lan Yue woke up warm.
Too warm.
She opened her eyes slowly, still half asleep, and found herself curled against something solid and soft. Her arm was draped over a waist. Her nose was pressed into dark hair that smelled like herbal tea. Her legs were tangled with someone else's under the blanket.
Her brain caught up in three stages.
Stage one. This is nice.
Stage two. Wait.
Stage three. Oh no.
She had somehow migrated across the entire bed during the night and wrapped herself around Zhao Lingxi like a human blanket. Her face was buried in the back of her mistress's neck. Her arm was around her waist. Their bodies were pressed together so closely that she could feel Zhao Lingxi's heartbeat against her chest.
Lan Yue stopped breathing.
Okay. Don't panic. Just untangle yourself slowly and pretend this never happened.
She began to pull her arm back with surgical precision. Millimeter by millimeter. Like defusing a bomb.
"You're awake," Zhao Lingxi said.
