"Why aren't you getting in? Come on, hurry up."
At Yu An's urging, Lan Yin awkwardly climbed into bed. After he was under the covers, a warm body pressed up against him.
Lan Yin's body went rigid. Before he could pull away, an arm draped over his waist, and a fluffy head burrowed into his chest.
Yu An let out a sigh of contentment. 'I used to sleep hugging a pillow, but now I've upgraded. I can hug a man to sleep.'
Their hair was a hopeless tangle. Lan Yin stole a glance at his and Yu An's position. They were... also hopelessly tangled.
He was used to sleeping alone—he had been for at least several hundred years. He thought for sure he'd have insomnia, but once Yu An's breathing evened out in his arms, he drifted off to sleep before he knew it.
...
That mushroom feast last night wasn't a free meal. First thing in the morning, Yu An assigned tasks to the group.
