The first thing Su Yubing was aware of was not light, nor sound, but warmth. A specific, cherished warmth that had molded itself perfectly against her back. A soft, steady exhale ghosted across the nape of her neck, and the heavy, comforting weight of an arm was draped over her waist, a hand splayed possessively across her stomach. A smile touched her lips before she even opened her eyes. This was her universe at its absolute apex: awakening in the cocoon of Mo Yuxin's embrace.
She lay still for a long moment, savoring the quiet rhythm of their shared breath, the faint scent of jasmine and sleep that clung to her lover's skin. The bedroom was bathed in the soft, grey-gold light of early morning, the world outside their window still hushed and slow.
