In the room.
Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes, above his head was no longer the rundown ceilings but rather, a pink canopy bed, the dazzling chandeliers passing through the mesh. When he moved a little, the windchime made a light, tinkling sound.
It was An'an's room, An'an's bed.
Her bed wasn't huge, and a huge part of it sunk down when his 1.9 meter frame was on it. Most importantly, his legs were fully stretched out and there wasn't enough space left.
He was on her bed.
Lu Yan looked with the tail of his eye, his face sunk into the pillow and it was soft and smelled so good, there was a lingering fragrance all around. It was her body scent.
He nuzzled against the pillow for awhile before he sat up, his upper body bare except the bandages around it. He still wore the same black pants below and the excess material on the right pant leg was cut away, accentuating that fact that his right leg was amputated.
