At this time of the year, the weather at Nanwu Town promised lukewarm days and chilly nights.
Shen Jingwei, who usually needed a thick quilt to sleep soundly at night, for once did not need any.
Because, there was a large and muscular body enveloping him in a smoldering heat.
Although their bodies were separated by a layer of fabric, Shen Jingwei still felt like he was being suffocated by a glimmering sack of coal.
"Yan Renzhong, maybe you should... wear something anyway," the man stammered, his cheeks glowing bright pink from embarrassment.
"You know that all your shirts are too small for me," Yan Renzhong replied in a sleepy tone.
He rubbed his cheek against Shen Jingwei's affectionately.
"T-then, maybe you should not hug me so tight..."
"Your bed is too small," Yan Renzhong reasoned. "Even smaller than that bed we shared in the inn back then."
"... This is my childhood bed and I rarely come home."
