Wen Qinxi rolled over his lower back aching like he had been deadlifting while he was asleep. He pulled the quilt while calling out softly, "Ran-ge... I want coffee," but after waiting for a response none came.
He opened his eyes abruptly and moved his hand around to Qie Ranzhe's side of the bed but there was no one. It was ice cold like no one had slept there the whole night.
He definitely didn't hallucinate about last night's events. Qie Ranzhe did come home and they rolled underneath the sheets so where did he go?
He sat up quickly revealing a messy head of hair and slightly swollen eyes. His pyjamas slipped down revealing his shoulder and neck covered in colourful hickeys.
The room was empty but Qie Ranzhe had definitely been there because all the clothes from last night had been taken away and everything had been straightened out. He scratched his hair while turning his head towards the bedside pedestal.
