On the other side of the thermos, a small charm was hanging from it; a tiny white sneaker swayed in the air.

The sound of water from the bathroom stopped. Yan Zhun put the mug back in its original spot.

A hot towel covered his face, stuffy yet comfortable. Pei Ran's touch was very light. After wiping his face, he took his hand.

Yan Zhun let him do as he pleased as the towel wiped between each of his fingers.

Pei Ran had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. The inside of his arm was dazzlingly white, clearly the arm of a child who had been well-cared for since he was young.

"Why did you come pick me up?" Yan Zhun broke the silence.

Pei Ran's movements paused for a second, then continued. He stared at Yan Zhun's hand and said, "Your stomach isn't good."

"Worried about me?" Yan Zhun asked.

Pei Ran said, "Mhm."

Yan Zhun asked again, "Like me?"

"..."

Yan Zhun felt his grip tighten a bit.

After a long moment, Pei Ran finally said, "I don't know."

He didn't know what counted as "liking" someone.

He once thought he liked Luo Qingshan. He wanted to be good to Luo Qingshan, didn't mind spending time with him, and would occasionally feel happy because of him.

But honestly, after finding out Luo Qingshan had cheated, he wasn't that sad.

Suddenly, his finger was hooked by someone else's. Pei Ran subconsciously looked up, and their eyes met.

"Stop thinking about it," Yan Zhun's voice was very low, his eyelids half-closed. "Just like me."

Pei Ran stared at him blankly, the finger that had been hooked feeling a little hot.

Yan Zhun waited for a while, until his stomach began to cramp with pain.

"...I know." Seeing him knit his brows, Pei Ran quickly tossed out. He then released his hand before Yan Zhun could even react and turned to open the wardrobe.

"Do you want to change? I'll get you some pajamas, they're new."

Yan Zhun's eyelids were incredibly heavy, and his head had been spinning the whole time. He was stunned for two seconds, then said, "The ones you've worn are fine too."

For comfort, Pei Ran always bought his pajamas two sizes too big. They fit Yan Zhun perfectly.

After changing, Pei Ran pulled out a small box from somewhere. A closer look revealed it was full of medicine.

"What kind of stomach medicine do you usually take?" Pei Ran asked, concentrating on the instructions on the medicine boxes.

Yan Zhun asked, "Does your family own a pharmacy?"

Pei Ran smiled a little. His mother was very health-conscious, and they had a medicine box in every one of their homes.

Yan Zhun actually found the medicine he usually took inside. He popped two pills, and as the hot water entered his stomach, the drowsiness brought on by the alcohol finally washed over him.

There was only one bed in the dorm room. The other three were just a few wooden planks set up, impossible to sleep on.

The bed was filled with Pei Ran's scent. Yan Zhun buried half his face in the pillow for a moment, then poked his head out and asked the person below, "When are you going to sleep?"

Pei Ran's heart skipped a beat. He answered calmly, "I have a cold, I'm afraid I'll pass it to you. You should sleep. It's a good chance for me to pull an all-nighter to finish my artwork anyway."

He was lying. The subject of the artwork he was currently drawing was sleeping right above his head; there was no way he could draw.

"If it was going to spread, it already has," Yan Zhun's voice was slightly hoarse. "Get up here and sleep."

"..."

The dorm bed wasn't big, so it was a bit of a squeeze for two boys.

Pei Ran slept on his side with his back to Yan Zhun. He listened to his own heartbeat in the darkness, thinking he might be sick, that he had an irregular heartbeat.

There was no more movement from behind him; Yan Zhun must have been fast asleep.

Pei Ran thought he would have insomnia, but the cold medicine was too effective. Before long, he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming long and even.

Late at night, Yan Zhun's eyes opened in the darkness.

The person in front of him had changed positions. Pei Ran had turned over, his hand resting lightly on Yan Zhun's body. The warmth from the back of his hand seeped through the pajamas, a constant source of heat.

Pei Ran's hand was restless, moving back and forth, as if looking for a comfortable spot.

Yan Zhun held his hand down, lacing their fingers together. Only after making sure he had stopped moving did he close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

Pei Ran slept soundly all night without a single dream. So much so that when he woke up in the morning and met Yan Zhun's gaze, he was still a bit dazed.

They were extremely close, so close that if either of them moved forward just a little, they would touch. Pei Ran froze for a few seconds, then was instantly wide awake.

Yan Zhun's eyes were drowsy, and he looked a little tired. Seeing that he was awake, he opened his mouth lazily, his voice terribly hoarse. "Morning."

Hearing his own voice, Yan Zhun raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "It seems... I caught it."

Pei Ran: "..."