Jianyu woke up from his sleep once again. This time, he didn't feel the embrace or the weight of Zhenfeng's arms on his body. However, when he opened his eyes, Zhenfeng's face was clearly visible, so close to his own.
"Morning, love," Zhenfeng said naturally, pressing a soft kiss on Jianyu's forehead, sending a strange sensation coursing through Jianyu's entire body.
Jianyu blinked a few times, trying to steady the rapid thumping in his chest. Zhenfeng's face—calm, close, and just a little too perfect in the morning sunlight—made it difficult to think straight.
He let out a small, nervous laugh. "Morning," he replied, his voice a little hoarse. If Zhenfeng noticed the hesitation in his tone, he didn't show it.
"You didn't sleep well, huh?" Zhenfeng asked, brushing Jianyu's messy hair back with a tenderness that made Jianyu's pulse skip a beat. "You sound different."
