"You pig!" Wei Ziyun said, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Who are you to tell those two what to do in bed? Pei Yang and Feng Wanting have probably tried all hundred and eighty positions, and you're still going on about how Pei Yang's a top. Does he look like a top to you, all frail and pale as paper?"
"The real top is standing right in front of you!"
Yin Sufang kicked Wei Ziyun in the calf. "Fuck you! Why do you have so much bullshit to say? Just tell me where Pei Yang is!"
"Ow..." Wei Ziyun winced in pain, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked as he hemmed and hawed. "All right, I'll tell you, but you need to brace yourself."
"..."
A chill swept through Yin Sufang, and he took a step back. "What do you mean by that? Pei Yang isn't... he isn't dead, is he?"
"It's not quite that serious," Wei Ziyun said. "He just... stabbed himself, ended up in critical condition, underwent more than four hours of emergency treatment, and is still lying unconscious in a hospital bed. That's all."
"He's recovering in the hospital. Relax, he's not dead."
"That's all!?" Yin Sufang clenched both fists until his knuckles cracked. "How about I fucking stab you so you can get a taste of 'that's all'!? Which hospital is he in!?"
"...Don't panic. Can't you go after work? We're on the clock, and I can't leave either. I'll go with you once we're done."
Yin Sufang trembled. "Tell me!"
Under Yin Sufang's gentle persuasion-or rather, threats and coercion-Wei Ziyun finally told him which hospital Pei Yang was in.
Yin Sufang took off running.
The man before him became a blur. Wei Ziyun froze for just a second, and Yin Sufang was