The finger slowly went under my sleeve, and to my wrist, slowly stroking the soft skin of my inner wrist, which tickled me. I woke up in shock and saw Xing Chuan sleeping in the same small bed right next to me. 

It was dawn. 

I sat up and looked at my right hand suspiciously. I still felt a tingling sensation around my wrist. I felt weird touching it. I turned to look but I was surprised that Xing Chuan wasn’t naked.

I brought the silk blanket to his side. We actually had a lot of things in common. 

Both of us had lost our parents. We had become lonely and strolled at the edge of darkness. And most importantly, both of us needed someone by our side to keep us company. 

But,...