It is bliss for Shen Wei to feel Zhao Yunlan's body slot against his, warm and limp with sleep. To mark his waking time in his beloved's breaths and heartbeats. To slow his own to match until morning—to fail, sometimes. To grow hot and hard—restrained, for the sake of Zhao Yunlan's rest.
It is bliss of a different sort those times when Zhao Yunlan rouses, smiling groggily, pulling him closer yet. To know that Zhao Yunlan is attracted rather than repulsed by Shen Wei's greed for him. That he will choose shared pleasure over sleep, and love it.