The next morning set in misty and cold, a cold breeze filtered in through the window, leaving goosebumps on Mei Deng's exposed arms.
His lips quivered.
"Are you cold?"
The deep tone of Wang Tengfei's voice pulled Mei Deng out of his drowsy state. He sharply turned his head to look at the general, only to see a smiling man, with loose strands of hair scattered across his the sides of his face.
It was the first time Mei Deng had seen the general in such a state. His eyes were somewhat tired but filled with life, his lips were swollen from all of last night's kissing and he had a messy yet refreshing aura about him.
"Yeah." Yu Xiaoguang replied and kissed the other man's arm which he had used as a pillow.
The general's ear reddened at the gesture, he spread his free arm across to Mei Deng's waist, and pulled him close, until their faces were inches apart.
