Watching the shimmering light below dispelling the darkness, Qin Yiren leaned on Bo Jinghang, absorbing the man's intense heat through the not-too-thick pajamas.
After spending a few minutes calming down, she tilted her small face and looked at him embarrassedly, saying with a wry smile, "I seem to be a bit sensitive..."
"It's not your fault."
Bo Jinghang's voice was gentle as he comforted her, holding her hand back to the sofa, handing her his phone: "Do you want to play an instance with me? Or should we change places to stay tonight?"
Qin Yiren hesitantly took the phone, using the light it projected to see the droplets still on Bo Jinghang's hair tips.
Spreading her palm to catch a droplet, she belatedly realized Bo Jinghang was rarely disheveled.
It seemed that at the moment of the power outage, Bo Jinghang just finished showering.
