November 5th, Thursday, the third day of the school trip.
The early morning was silent and still when Dubian Che awoke.
Before his eyes even had a chance to open, his hand had already found Jiutiao Meijie's smooth, warm body.
Jiutiao Meijie groaned in dissatisfaction and unconsciously pushed him away, turning her back to him.
Dubian Che moved closer again, embracing her from behind.
This time, Jiutiao Meijie didn't escape; she adjusted her position in his arms and comfortably continued to sleep.
Only then did Dubian Che open his eyes.
The faint morning light filtering through the curtains made Jiutiao Meijie's skin appear tender and almost translucently clear.
A light suck from Dubian Che would leave a purple mark—because it took a long time to fade, after the first time, Jiutiao Meijie forbade him from doing so again.
After a while, Jiutiao Meijie slowly opened her eyes, "What time is it?"
"Five thirty."
"Is it still raining?"
"It stopped at some point."
