As the wind passed, it caressed the thin curtain. The chilly night made the omega under the blanket groan.
He twisted to the other side of his bed and pulled the other pillow, hugging it tightly.
"Ngh…" Yuxian grunts after realizing that he was feeling boiling. He curled his body around and slowly opened his eyes. He was alone.
The dim light coming from the moon gave him a support to scan his surroundings. He remembered the medicine beside his bed.
"What time is it?" Yuxian asked himself, lifting his upper torso and leaning on the bedhead.
When his arms crawled towards the table, his water bottle fell down. It was empty, and he needed to go downstairs to the kitchen to fill it in.
Yuxian frowned as he rubbed both of his eyes. "How troublesome," he cursed under his heavy breaths. It was his fault. He said that he would bring two water bottles upstairs but ended up only with one.
