C720 His His His Hers His 11

Frowning, Zeng Xi was woken up by the cold. Jiang Yong's warmth was gone from the empty bed, leaving him alone.

In the two years since he had graduated, the pressure of those nameless presences had suffocated him and he would wake up several times in the evening. Surprisingly, he had a good night's sleep last night.

"You're awake?" The door was pushed open. It was a familiar voice of a man