He didn't use a blanket. He just lay on top of the covers, turned on his side, facing Jiang Yixia. Lu Fan kept his distance, ensuring he didn't touch her, but they were still close enough to hear each other breathing.
Jiang Yixia's breaths carried the scent of red wine—sweet yet tart. Lu Fan looked at her face for a long time before finally closing his eyes.
The next morning, sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains and pooled on the bed.
Jiang Yixia groggily opened her eyes. Her head ached slightly, and her mouth felt dry. She rolled over, and her hand brushed against something warm. Stunned for a moment, she slowly turned her head.
Lu Fan was lying beside her on his side, facing her. His eyes were closed, his breathing even. He was an arm's length away, with the blanket only covering half of her body while the other half draped over the edge of the bed.
