Waking up it was strange to feel unexpected cold. Opening your eyes you found a hand that was lying on your waist in a rough grip. You realized that another body was pressed against you.

"Quit squirming." Bi Han mumbled sleepily, then turned you around to face him. Grandmaster buried his nose in the curve of your neck, touching your skin with dry lips, his palms slowly descended from waist to your hips.

Last night he was annoyed, and already this morning was cuddling closer like a kitten.