Xiao Zai scrambled up into the bed, and lied face-first into the mussed sheets, smelling strongly of Chu Yun.
He gathered the sheets in his fists and inhaled deeply, hoping the crisp orchid and pine scent would cleanse his mind from Chu Hean's cloying pheromones.
In time, the fog clouding his thoughts lifted, and his senses returned to normal, even though he was still feeling like a pot left too long on the fire.
There was no doubt in Xiao Zai's mind that Chu Hean stumbling out into the springs wasn't an accident. Whether it was Chu Hean who did it on purpose, or the result of someone else's intervention, Xiao Zai wouldn't know.
But most likely the people in the Prince of Jing's estate wouldn't see it that way.
He didn't know how much time passed before Chu Yun's return, but the sound of the door slamming shut announced his presence in dramatic fashion.
