In the morning, Song Luli squinted her eyes, lidding them open as she adjusted to the light peering through the blinds from the window. Her vision cleared, trying to register the unfamiliar space. She hated forgetting where she was because she always felt surprised.
She turned her head, stunned to see Long Jie's face so close to hers.
They were barely touching but close all the same. Long Jie's red-brown strands tumbled over his eyelashes, fluttering. He slept peacefully, sound.
They've never gone as far as a hug in their physical boundaries and to be sleeping next to him so closely? The thought overwhelmed her with the absurdity.
Her mind recollected the thoughts from the night before, remembering Long Jie carrying her to the room last night. He had also placed her on the bed, and her mind skipped towards her stripping. She flushed, covering her chest instinctively. She then propped her elbows on her knees, pressing her hands on her forehead, regretting how much she drank.
