[ Grumbling under his breath about the cold, for once, he buries them under the blanket and winds a leg between Jiang Cheng's to keep him close, nosing his hair. There's nothing but the soft bubbling of a brook somewhere behind the Hanshi and birdsong as the day picks up, although occasionally voices pass by on the pathways outside; for the most part it's a cosy escape from the rest of the world as they settle in for a cosy, undisturbed nap.
Until he hears the crowing laughter of Wei Wuxian in the not-so-far-off distance and raises his head in mild alarm, trying to figure out how far away that voice is. ]
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Until he hears the crowing laughter of Wei Wuxian in the not-so-far-off distance and raises his head in mild alarm, trying to figure out how far away that voice is. ]