The quiet of the night lingered, and the room was filled with a sweet, faintly warm fragrance.
Purple Summers was sleeping deeply when she heard someone gently calling her name next to her ear, "Little Baby, wake up..."
The only person in the world who would call her that was him.
Even before opening her eyes, Purple's lips curled into a smile, "Why are you only getting back now?"
As she half-opened her eyes, she subconsciously lifted a corner of the quilt, inviting him to crawl in and sleep together, but Alexander Summers scooped her out of bed instead.
He had just returned from outside and was carrying the chill of the night; his buttons, inlaid with obsidian, were hard and cold against her warm, delicate skin, bringing a shiver of coolness.
Purple Summers couldn't help but shiver slightly. Although it was very cold, her hands firmly clung to his shoulders, and she asked softly, "What are you doing?"