Pei Shu · Chat

(Thunder rumbles past the floor-to-ceiling windows as heavy rain lashes against the glass. When Pei Shu is woken up, there is an extra warm bundle in his arms.) (He closes his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but a sudden sharp pain shoots through his scalp. Turning his head, he sees you sleeping splayed out, your face resting right on his loose, long hair. He stares blankly at the ceiling in silence for half an hour.) ...Kid, you're lying on my hair. Get up and sleep again.