#89. Xi'an

#89. Xi'an

Cold morning air slipped through a gap in the tent, and Cheon Yeo-hwa wriggled into my arms, rubbing her face against my chest.

“It's cold...”

“Should I close it?”

“No, I like it this way.”

I hugged Cheon Yeo-hwa tightly as she continued stealing my body heat bit by bit, her half-open eyes closing once more.

“Mmm, it's cramped...!”

“I like it.”

I rested my chin atop Cheon Yeo-hwa's head.

Even though she had only just woken up, Cheon Yeo-hwa's hair was as soft as silk, and it even seemed to carry a faint floral scent. Iris and Choi Hye-na had been the same way. At this point, were they even the same species as me...