Empty Chrysanthemum

klet silently looked at Shen Siwei, not saying anything for a while. After a moment, he stood up from the co-pilot seat and squeezed himself next to Shen Siwei, wrapping his arm around his waist. “I want to hold you.”
“Okay,” Shen Siwei adjusted the seat to a flat position and practically gave most of the seat to klet, while he himself lay in klet’s embrace.
Indeed, he liked leaning against klet. The warmth was like a small sun, and the solid chest provided an overwhelming sense of security.