No light. Soft breathing. Never before had he thought those two things combined could cause him so much stress. Although he could not remember what he had dreamt just now, he knew it was nothing pleasant. His own breath was heavy. A thin film of sweat covered his body. Cautiously he got out of bed. He didn't want to wake up his boyfriend, who was still sound asleep.
Silently he tiptoed into the bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom through a door.

The cold creeped into his bones, but he didn't care. The heat just now had almost crushed him. It had been too much. He splashed some cold water in his face, trying to get a clear head again before returning to bed.

As quiet as possible he tried to open the windows to let some fresh air in. He hope it would take away his bad dream, his uneasiness and discomfort, but all it did was waking up his boyfriend. A sleepy voice calling his name so tenderly. Never before had he thought that such a simply thing could give him so much comfort.

Without a warning he turned the blanked around, so the warm side was now outside. As much as he loved the warmth, at the moment he could only handle his boyfriend's body as source of warmth.
"Why did you open the windows?"
"I need some fresh air."
No more question were asked. He loved his boyfriend accepting personality.

In his need for comfort, he snuggled against his boyfriend. His back against his boyfriend's body, one of his feet between his boyfriend's and his boyfriend's strong arm around him. He held on to it, as if his life depended on it. From the very first second on he had loved holding Han Wenqing's arm.