I had no idea what I was doing when I climbed into Bai Ye's bed that night.
His room faced the south and was quite a bit warmer than mine, though I still shivered slightly at the coolness of his silk sheets. I rarely felt so cold even in the middle of winter, and this was only the beginning of autumn. The yin power from Twin Stars was strong indeed.
"Come to this side," Bai Ye scooped me up with a sweep of his arm, tucking me under the blanket on his side of the bed. The linens were warm where he lay before, with the lingering scent of cedar and musk. "You should've changed into something thicker," he frowned at my thin summer nightgown and said.
"I'm not that fragile!" I protested for the second time today, but my body only inched closer to him while I spoke, seeking the heat radiating from his skin.
