The first thing Wu Yun feels is the gentle lapping of warm water against his chilled skin.
His heavy eyelids lift under great strain, and he sees Lan Tian's white inner robe, made translucent by the water, pressed against his cheek.
Wu Yun can almost see the definition of his chest muscles under the flimsy fabric. Suddenly, his skin doesn't feel so cold anymore.
Lan Tian notices him stirring and supports his neck to help him sit up. "Are you feeling, alright? How's your head?"
Wu Yun raises one hand to his throbbing head, and feels a coarse bandage wrapped around the back of his head, hidden beneath his loose hair. He flinches in pain when his fingertip brushes against the sore patch of skin on his scalp.
"What happened?" he asks, burrowing closer against Lan Tian's hot skin.
Lan Tian helps Wu Yun get comfortable against his chest, and Wu Yun drapes one arm around his shoulders.
