Encircled in arms
At first, Lu Zhi'an's nerves were taut, with a warm and powerful male body behind him, and the air seemed to still hold the unsettling tension of their confrontation.
He curled up on the edge of the bed, trying to keep as much distance as possible, and even his breathing was very soft.
However, as time passed, Xiao Jin behind him made no other movements except for his steady, deep breathing.
In the silent warehouse, only the sounds of their intertwined breaths and the faint chirping of insects outside the window could be heard. His tense nerves gradually relaxed, and a profound sense of exhaustion finally overcame his vigilance. Lu Zhian's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he finally drifted off to sleep.
...
The next morning, the dim light of dawn shone through the windows high up in the warehouse.
Lu Zhian woke up to a warm and solid feeling of being enveloped. He moved groggily and found himself almost completely clinging to Xiao Jin.
One leg was unceremoniously straddled the other's waist and abdomen, and the arms were tightly wrapped around Xiao Jin, with the cheek even unconsciously rubbing against the other's shoulder and neck.
This posture... is too intimate.
What made his scalp tingle even more was that, through the thin T-shirt fabric, he could clearly feel the scorching heat emanating from Xiao Jin's skin, and... certain contours.
Last night, after Xiao Jin took a shower, he really wasn't wearing anything!
Lu Zhian instantly became fully awake, his blood rushing to his head. He inwardly wailed, cursing himself for his terrible sleeping posture and why he had to hug this dangerous person of all people, while trying to quietly defuse this "crisis".
He held his breath and, extremely slowly and bit by bit, tried to move his legs off the other person, carefully loosening his arms. Just as he had successfully freed himself most of the way and was about to roll over and slip off the bed,
A strong, powerful arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, gripping him tightly and pulling him back sharply!
Caught off guard, Lu Zhian was pulled back into that burning embrace by the force, his back pressed tightly against Xiao Jin's chest, and he could even feel the muscles of the other man instantly tense up.
Xiao Jin didn't seem to be fully awake yet. His hoarse voice, heavy with sleep, sounded close to his ear, and his warm breath brushed against his sensitive neck: "...Why are you moving around like that?"
Lu Zhiquan stood frozen, too afraid to move.
The two were extremely close, close enough that he could clearly feel the heat of the other body.
The heat made him panic, and the tips of his ears turned red uncontrollably.
Xiao Jin's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, without any further movement, as if it were just an unconscious restraint, but it carried an absolute sense of possession that could not be broken.
Lu Zhian lay stiffly in Xiao Jin's arms, not daring to move, even his breathing was deliberately kept quiet, for fear that any slight movement would wake the person behind him.
The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of their intertwined breaths and the gradually clearing birdsong outside the window. In this forced stillness and the reassuring warmth from behind, the exhaustion from the intense tension returned, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, his consciousness gradually blurred, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep again.
I woke up again, awakened by an undeniable tactile sensation.
I could clearly feel the undeniable presence and heat behind me, and I pressed against him.
He understood what it was almost immediately.
The grogginess of just waking up was shattered by this shocking discovery, replaced by an overwhelming wave of embarrassment and panic.
What should he do?
If he immediately flinched away, it would definitely wake Xiao Jin, and the situation would only become more awkward.
He pretended not to feel anything and tried to sleep, but how could he possibly fall asleep!
Quietly move
Just as his mind was in chaos and his body was stiff as a statue, the arm around his waist seemed to unconsciously tighten, bringing the two of them even closer together, and making the burning sensation even clearer.
Xiao Jin seemed to have woken up as well, or at least was in a state between sleep and wakefulness.
Lu Zhian was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, not daring to even twitch his eyelashes.
He could feel Xiao Jin stir, seemingly burying his nose in the hair at the back of his neck. Then, a voice, hoarse and languid like someone just waking up, mixed with undisguised desire, whispered close to his ear:
"morning."
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