Every day at Wushan Temple, Qiao Wei woke up at dawn. After he washed his face and got dressed, he joined the abbots at morning prayer. After the prayer came the breakfast -- sometimes alone, sometimes with his martial art brothers and sisters, and sometimes with his shizun.
This was Qiao Wei's first time waking up in a man's arms, the novelty tingling beneath his skin like a whispered promise.
The heat of Zhang Fengxi's embrace mingled with the pheromones that oozed out of his body. Its familiar and intoxicating aroma threatened to pull him back into the seductive depths of sleep.
But no...
Qiao Wei's face hardened, defiance replacing the drowsy haze.
He needed to wake up.
He was not supposed to sleep with Zhang Fengxi the entire day.
"Fengxi."
Qiao Wei elbowed the alpha gently.
"Fengxi, wake up."
Zhang Fengxi groaned. Instead of waking up, he snuggled closer to Qiao Wei instead, burying his face into Qiao Wei's back.
