Chenghai left the bedroom before I could ask what he was planning and why he and Zhenlan had decided that now was the time to press the whole romance thing.
That was probably deliberate.
Either they were done waiting or they thought I was going to die and didn't want to have any regrets.
But I really wasn't complaining.
Lingyun watched the empty doorway with the kind of interest he usually saved for fire, blood, or other people's private business. Yuche kept one hand against his chest, which was the only reason he remained flat against the pillows instead of chasing Chenghai into the hall.
I stayed against Zhenlan and tried to decide whether I should be worried.
Chenghai didn't plan dates.
As far as I knew, he planned supply routes, vehicle repairs, and the fastest way to carry someone away from danger without listening to them complain. The man had probably never looked at a flower without checking whether it could be eaten.
