"Oh, warm," Ling Yue muttered, his eyes closed as he hugged the figure beside him. His cheek was pressed to a bare chest, his heart thumping steady under his ear, and the scent—goodness—was a daisy scent mixed with sandalwood that wrapped him like a blanket he never wanted to crawl out of.
"So warm," he repeated, his hand sliding across the warmth and grasping something hard yet soft. "They are huge," he mumbled, pressing on the softness. "I am living in paradise," he chuckled.
Then suddenly, he felt the warmth under him jerk, followed by a sharp inhale and a low, startled groan.
Ling Yue's eyes flew open, and he blinked as his eyes met with blonde hair spilling across his face. Then, warm, honeyed eyes stared down at him. "What…" He looked down to see that his hands were on the chest of Han Junhui, grabbing onto it like someone holding on to it for his dear life. "How…"
They screamed at the same time.
"WHAT THE…?"
"GET OFF!"
