AN: Happy turkey day. I am thankful for all of you and appreciate you so much. Happy reading.
Next morning at the ring of the alarm, Jian Ci's eyes opened. They were hazy with sleep, unfocused, but they found Yu Xi's in the near-darkness. There was no surprise in them. No withdrawal. Just a slow, lazy blink. His fingers on Yu Xi's arm twitched, the lightest squeeze.
Jian Ci's gaze lingered on Yu Xi, his voice low but curious. "What happened to your lip?"
Yu Xi rose from the bed, slipping his feet into his slippers with practiced ease. "It's a cold sore," he replied casually, though Jian Ci's eyes followed him with quiet concern.
Stretching out on his back, Jian Ci let his arms fall loosely beside him before asking, "How did I end up here?"
Yu Xi, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, smirked faintly. "I went into your room in the middle of the night and carried you here to sleep with me."
