Shen Jing couldn't remember how she managed to go upstairs to shower that night; it was pitch dark, and the security guard had been unhelpful, only fixing the electricity at five in the morning.
The air conditioning kicked on automatically, raising goosebumps on her skin. How cold did he keep it when she wasn't here? Shen Jing awoke feeling chilly. She pulled the blanket over her entire body, only for Zhou Luchen to roll her, blanket and all, back into his arms. "Don't wake it up," he murmured.
Understanding, Shen Jing lightly tugged the blanket and looked at him. "I know, I've helped you before."
The young master, with his eyes closed and half-conscious, murmured, "It's not the same."
Shen Jing wriggled under the blanket, trying to distance herself from him a bit, but Zhou Luchen brought her head back to his.
"Use my arm as a pillow."
Shen Jing moved her head to the innermost part of his arm, found the most comfortable position, and lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling.
