Easton slept very poorly at night because Cang Ji made him unable to breathe several times. The bed was hot, and Easton felt that he was sweating when he pressed himself against the pillow. The clothes were stuck to his body, and if he moved even a little bit, Cang Ji would follow him.
Cang Ji traced Jing Lin's eyebrows with his fingertips. Jing Lin raised his fingers and put Cang Ji's hand against his cheek, then half-opened his eyes and stared at him in the darkness.
Cang Ji said hoarsely: "Want to sleep?"
Easton's index finger gently offset his voice, stood up from the pillow, and leaned over Cangji. The black crow's hair was spread between the pillows and mats, sliding down Easton's shoulders to Cangji's chest.
Cang Ji's palm felt hot, sliding from the back of Jing Lin's neck along his spine to his waist.
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