"What did I do?" Shen Yi sat back on his heels awkwardly, his legs and feet growing a little stiff.
As he leaned forward, he instinctively reached out to brace himself against Yuan Chen's knee, barely managing to keep his balance.
...Wait.
This position, this angle, felt a little familiar. If I lowered my head like this...
The chaotic scene from that day suddenly replayed vividly in his mind.
He still remembered how Yuan Chen had kicked him away, then pinned him down with force. He could almost hear that rapid, face-burning breathing brushing past his ears again.
"No!"
Shen Yi practically jumped to his feet. Before he could think, he scrambled up in a panic and slammed his shoulder hard into the corner of the desk.
The dull thud was loud enough to draw attention.
Even Yuan Chen was startled and reached out to grab his arm.
"Did you hit yourself? Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine... ah, ow-"
In fact, Yuan Chen's grip on his shoulder hurt more than hitting the desk had.
That pressure felt less like checking an injury and more like holding back some emotion.
Although Yuan Chen had pulled him away from the desk, he still held Shen Yi firmly in place.
His entire right arm felt clamped down, and he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.
"Uh, mm... it hurts. Be gentler..."
Each time Yuan Chen pressed on his shoulder joint, his waist instinctively curled inward.
What escaped his lips was no longer a cry of pain, but broken gasps and whimpers.
Anyone who heard him would have thought those sounds were a little off.
Yuan Chen frowned at the noise.
He immediately released Shen Yi's shoulder. As though unwilling to touch him any further, he even pushed his wheeled chair backward, putting