Maybe the city kid had seen wrong?
Maybe he'd mistaken some other animal for a tiger?
After all, Xiaobai couldn't even tell frogs from toads.
Boys cared about saving face, after all.
Even if he was wrong, he'd stubbornly insist otherwise...
The child came up with all sorts of excuses for Xiaobai.
Xiaobai shook his head, still gripping the child's arm tightly.
Xiaobai's hand was very hot.
The child felt a little burned.
The relief he'd felt at seeing Xiaobai open his eyes tightened into worry again.
He's so hot...
Could Xiaobai's brain get fried?
The child grew anxious at once.
"All right, we can talk about it later."
"I'll take you back first."
As he spoke, the child tried to put Xiaobai's arm over his own shoulder.
But Xiaobai wouldn't cooperate.
The child couldn't just drag him away by force.
He looked a little sturdier than Xiaobai.
But they were about the same size.
Though Xiaobai was frail, he still had some weight to him.
The child wasn't strong enough to ignore Xiaobai's resistance.
The child was getting angry.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you know you're sick?"
"You—"
The child's voice cut off abruptly.
He'd noticed Xiaobai staring fixedly at him, eyes wide, the whites webbed with blood vessels.
He looked... kind of creepy.
The child's expression stiffened. "...What is it?"
Xiaobai opened his mouth. "..."
The child was about to lose it.
This was why sick people needed to act like sick people.
He couldn't even speak, so why was he still making such a fuss?
The child sighed deeply to himself.
He pricked up his ears.
Focusing all his attention, he tried hard to make out what Xiaobai was saying.
Xiaobai seemed to realize how faint his voice was.
He pressed his lips together, then