When Shen Mo came back, Bai Youwei was napping.
He unconsciously lightened his footsteps, undid his coat, and slowly lay down beside her.
The bed dipped on one side, Bai Youwei, sensing his presence, cuddled closer with eyes closed, and then frowned slightly, muttering, "Smoking?"
Shen Mo couldn't help but laugh, "I deliberately stayed outside a bit longer, you can still smell it on me?"
"Wait," Bai Youwei got up, draped a blanket over herself, and started rummaging through the room.
Shen Mo asked her, "What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the mint leaves I dried before..."
Bai Youwei brought out a glass jar from a drawer with only two or three dried mint leaves left inside; she looked disappointed, "Ah... there's only a little bit left."
Shen Mo came over to put down the glass jar, "It's cold outside, don't catch a chill."
He carried Bai Youwei back into the bed and then stuffed something into her hand.
