In the middle of the night, Mo Xian woke up to a draft in the room. It was a bit cold on the ground. Blinking blearily, he saw that the windows were open slightly. He must have not shut it tightly enough earlier. With a sigh, Mo Xian crawled up and walked over to the window quietly to pull the shutters close. He looked towards the bed and could just barely make out Wang Jingyuan's sleeping form. Her back was towards him, and she was curled up against the wall even though there was plenty of space on the bed. Mo Xian yawned and prepared to go back to bed.
Creeeeeak. Mo Xian froze mid-step, his right foot above the ground. Was that him? He didn't realize the floorboards were so creaky earlier. Besides the soft pitter-patter of rain outside and Wang Jingyuan's soft, even breathing, the room was silent. Gently, Mo Xian placed his foot down. There was no sound.
