Nan Xueyin was pressed so closely against Xiao Youlan that her entire body felt rigid.
He had been busy all day and hadn’t had a chance to bathe or change clothes. He was still wearing the grey-blue, round-collared robe he’d had on during the day. The fabric was of high quality, so it wasn't particularly dirty or disheveled, and there was no unpleasant odor; instead, it smelled faintly of ink and tea—a scent that was unexpectedly pleasant and strangely soothing.
Xiao Youlan’s breathing was shallow. Because they were so close, his soft, slow exhales brushed against her ear, creating an indescribable tingling sensation.
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