A cool touch brushed his palm.
Shen Yangge moved his hand and looked down. Some brute was holding it. He stopped kicking pebbles and came to a halt.
He tried to pull his hand free.
Chu Xuanzhen held on tightly, giving him no chance to withdraw it.
"Shen Zhuanxie."
Hm? Why was he suddenly calling him that?
Had his attempt to pull his hand away upset him?
Shen Yangge studied his expression and gave a measured murmur of acknowledgment.
Chu Xuanzhen turned to face him and pulled him closer. Just then, a breeze swept past, lifting Chu Xuanzhen's glossy black hair. Several loose strands brushed against Shen Yangge's cheeks. They tickled, and he instinctively raised his hand to sweep them aside.
Someone else moved faster.
Shen Yangge suddenly grew a little nervous, unsure what Chu Xuanzhen wanted to say. The other man's expression, even its smallest nuances, had grown unfathomable, concealing emotions he could not name.
For some reason, Shen Yangge did not want to keep looking into those eyes.
The hand that had brushed away the hair reached upward. Before Shen Yangge could react, a tingling sensation swept from the top of his head through his whole body, leaving every limb powerless to resist.
Shen Yangge's eyes slowly widened. His face flushed scarlet almost instantly, the redness spreading everywhere above his neck.
He had experienced this feeling several times before. If he still did not understand what was happening, he would be an idiot!
Chu Xuanzhen slipped an arm around Shen Yangge's waist, scooped him up, and headed toward the room. His steps were slow and exceedingly steady.
Shen Yangge had been about to struggle.
A soft, teasing chuckle came from above his head.
"Behave. Want to get stuck in the doorway again?"
At those words, Shen Yangge's raised