Wenzhi looked offended. With one sharp tug, he pulled his wrist free before yanking the blanket back over his head.
"Fine." His voice came out muffled beneath the blankets. "...Where were you?"
Xinyuan's heart tightened. Through the bond, he could feel the disappointment, the loneliness, the desperate desire to simply hold him.
It hurt. It hurt because Xinyuan wanted exactly the same thing... more than anything. But he couldn't risk it, not while his core was this unstable, not while Wenzhi was still sick.
He gave in anyway. Quietly lifting the blanket, he slipped underneath beside him, and the darkness swallowed them both.
They stared at each other in the dim space beneath the covers, their legs naturally tangled together. Neither of them moved away.
Xinyuan swallowed. "I'm taking suppressants. Ruixin developed stronger ones. They're still not enough... but they'll keep me stable for a few more days."
