Almost unconsciously, Moran relaxes against Xunxian. The heat they will get from this is minimal, but comfort is not something to scoff at in adverse circumstances.
From Xunxian's reaction, he can guess Xunxian is also missing his. Which is more troublesome, because Xunxian's fan is his weapon while Moran's mostly has sentimental value.
Moran squeezes Xunxian's forearm, ready to chastise him gently for making promises he doesn't know if he can keep, only to be stopped by the feel of the sheer silk, so fine it is barely there.
".... Xunxian, you're not dressed warm enough for this weather. Come here."
He's going to try and take off his outermost layer so they can at least share it It's not that much thicker than Xunxian's, but it's still better than nothing.
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From Xunxian's reaction, he can guess Xunxian is also missing his. Which is more troublesome, because Xunxian's fan is his weapon while Moran's mostly has sentimental value.
Moran squeezes Xunxian's forearm, ready to chastise him gently for making promises he doesn't know if he can keep, only to be stopped by the feel of the sheer silk, so fine it is barely there.
".... Xunxian, you're not dressed warm enough for this weather. Come here."
He's going to try and take off his outermost layer so they can at least share it It's not that much thicker than Xunxian's, but it's still better than nothing.