[Completed] Dearly Beloved (SVSSS) Shen Qingqiu x Shen Yuan

Scents

Shen Yuan was not able to stay awake and see if someone would come and visit him. He had stayed at his small study in the Pavillion but slept through the entire night until late noon of the next day from where he was sitting at.

He woke up to the loud clattering sounds next door. It was the main room connected to the antechamber that was now his temporary study in Qing Jing. Shen Yuan's arms that were used as his pillow are numb and his back was aching from discomfort of his sleeping position. He must've been really tired last night to be able to sleep on a chair.

He felt something slip off from his shoulder when he stretched his hands up in the air. Shen Yuan involuntarily moved to catch it before it fell on the floor and woke fully when he felt that fluffy texture.

He looked down on his hand, finding a blanket made out of wool. He didn't know that it existed in PIDW but it's obviously not made from the normal sheep wool that he knew of. It's probably made out of a monster's hide and Shen Yuan is very curious what type of monster it came from but right now he was distracted by the fluffy thing in his hands .

It was so warm and familiar. So soft, fluffy than the stiff pillows and sad blankets he had on his room at Qian Cao Peak and has that scent of bamboo and vanilla that he likes very much. Shen Yuan can't help it, he rub his face on it, the fabric sliding comfortably against his skin made him want to curl himself in the blanket. Like a cat refusing to leave its warm bed on a cold day.

He tried to ignore the noises from the next room but as it went on the commotion from outside is becoming unbearable. Shen Yuan sighed and sat up straight. He wants to scold them for being so noisy but that would be unreasonable. It's not like they knew that he slept there and he wasn't supposed to be actually here on Qing Jing today. Not that he knew that his bedhair was still sticking out like a sore thumb.

He might as well have his presence known and ask what they were doing there. The main room was supposedly used as a storage room at the moment.

Shen Yuan combed his hair with his hand and straightened his robes. Just a quick fix so he wouldn't embarrass himself of the always pristine and perfect appearance of the disciples from Qing Jing Peak.

There was the usual note on his desk. It was about the beauty of changing seasons. Shen Yuan stifled a giggle, looking at the wool blanket that he had now folded neatly before putting it on his storage ring, thinking that the person wanted him to be careful of getting sick on the coming winter.

Speaking of which, he should have had his usual fever last week but he still felt fine. That was good, at least he won't have to suffer this time around.

Tucking the letter on his sleeve he pulled open the door and found Ming Fan and the rest of uninjured Qing Jing students scurrying to empty the room of it's dusty contents."

"What are you guys doing?" Shen Yuan asked curiously.

Everyone seemed to jolt and stopped whatever they were doing when Shen Yuan asked.

"Shen-shixiong!" They gasped in surprise. They looked like children doing something naughty and hiding whatever they were sneaking in their backs.

The first thing that Shen Yuan thought they would do was swarm him like bees on a sweet flower, well they were actually going to do that, but stopped when they gave him a quick look over and lowered their heads in order to not meet his gaze. Red tint of blush dusting their faces.

That had made Shen Yuan awkwardly conscious, he looked down at himself if he appeared deshelved or improper. Save for the rumpled sleeves from sleeping over it, Shen Yuan was properly dressed.