"Honey... I'm really cold."

Jing Yuan was lying on the bed, his hands cold and a light blush on his cheeks. You decided to stay and take care of him since he had the flu.

You watched as Jing Yuan sat on the bed, you tried to lay him down again but he just leaned over you, his face buried in your neck. His fluffy hair was messy, his robe loose around his shoulders, some of his scars visible.

"You smell so good... and you're so warm..."

He murmured sweetly, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist... and out of nowhere, "Achoo!", he had to pull away to sneeze.