She touched her lips and it happened to be swollen, making her hiss.
They felt unusually swollen, like a bee had stung her in her sleep.
Or maybe by the black wolf she dreamt had bitten her. She laughed quietly to herself at the thought.
Did I bite my lip while I was asleep?
She tried to recall if she'd ever done that before.
Sliding off the bed, she took in her surroundings, finally getting a good look at Yang Lingyun's room.
The walls were painted in deep grays and rich charcoals, the curtains an almost pitch-black shade, blocking out most of the morning light. She frowned, murmuring to herself, "How does he even live in this dark cave?"
If this were her room, she'd feel restless all the time. Bright colors were far more inviting and uplifting, in her opinion.
