Qie Xieling was busy dreaming about Luo Muchen. He missed him so much, especially the way he would cuddle him at night in the previous game world. He missed the warmth and safety of his arms. It was as if nothing could hurt him.
While he was having sweet dreams the man hovered around him intrigued by the box in his possession. He searched every inch of the escape pod but there was nothing of value. Who would have thought that Qie Xieling had been hiding something in his clothes instead?
With a cautious hand, the man reached inside Qie Xieling's clothes, feeling the warmth of his body against his fingers.
Just as he was about to retrieve the mysterious box, Qie Xieling's slumbering form instinctively reacted. His arm shot out, gripping the man's wrist firmly, refusing to let go. In his sleep-induced haze, he pulled him closer thinking it was Luo Muchen. His murmurs faded, his lips uttering a name in a barely audible yet longing whisper.