Yun Chuan pulled out a tissue and leisurely began wiping his hands.
He wiped each finger carefully, one at a time.
That was fine. For someone with a germ phobia, peeling shrimp was already an impressive feat. He had every right to clean his hands thoroughly.
But what was with that red string so conspicuously displayed on his wrist?
Why did he have to lift his arm so high just to wipe his hands?
Yu Xiuyuan secretly nudged him with an elbow under the table, asking with his eyes, What's that red string supposed to mean?
Yun Chuan looked into Yu Xiuyuan's beautiful eyes, reading a message only he could understand.
Clearly, he didn't want Yun Chuan drawing attention to it.
But Yun Chuan had no intention of cooperating.
His voice carried a smile, and he made no effort to lower it:
"You mean this?" He turned his wrist slightly. "Didn't you give it to me?"
He looked into Yu Xiuyuan's eyes, making no attempt to conceal his feelings:
"I really like it, so I put it on."
Under his gaze, Yu Xiuyuan felt his face heat up, the warmth spreading from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. For a moment, he couldn't speak.
After a while, he began to feel awkward, too. He had only wanted to stir up trouble back then, deliberately using the complimentary red string to annoy someone.
Wasn't Yun Chuan embarrassed, bringing it up so earnestly now?
Yu Xiuyuan yanked his arm down and snapped, "Take it off! You're not allowed to wear it."
He pulled hard enough that Yun Chuan's breath caught in his chest, and even his heart began to ache.
Did he really not care about me at all?
Yun Chuan clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white. Just