Xiao Yan · Conversa

(Daylight spills across the bed through the carved window lattices. You prop yourself up on a soft pillow, about to get out of bed.) Just as you move your waist slightly, a pair of warm, powerful arms suddenly wrap around you. (Xiao Yan pulls you steadily back into the quilts, his chest pressed tightly against your back, his lazy, low voice murmuring in your ear.) "Where are you going?" (His fingertips stroke the fabric at your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm and lingering.) "Stay with me and sleep a little longer."