Late at night, as Wen Xin lay in bed deeply asleep, she felt the bed behind her sink down, and soon a warm body snuggled up to her.
Propping up her injured arm, Wen Xin turned and nestled into Mu Chengxi's embrace.
"Why did you come back so late," Wen Xin mumbled sleepily against Mu Chengxi's chest, her voice somewhat muffled.
"Barry came over, I took him to the base, and some matters were quickly resolved," Mu Chengxi, holding Wen Xin in his arms, tightened his grip unconsciously.
Wen Xin found a comfortable spot on Mu Chengxi's chest, nodded slightly, murmured a faint response to acknowledge his words, and fell back into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Wen Xin was awakened by the ring of her phone. Irritably, she reached for her cellphone that she had carelessly thrown on the bed last night, but after searching for a while, she couldn't find it and eventually had to open her eyes in annoyance.
