"Aah-! Aah-!"
Steven screamed in terror, his gaze shifting from Anubis's hand to Cyno, whose eyes were closed.
Anxiety and worry crossed his face. He was genuinely afraid something terrible might happen to Cyno.
Steven forced himself to calm down. Seeing that Anubis was wholly absorbed in poking at the heart in his hand and wasn't paying attention to him, he worked up the courage to inch over to Cyno and crouch beside him.
Under Lin Ze's astonished gaze, he cautiously extended an index finger and held it beneath Cyno's nose.
The boy's breath brushed Steven's fingertip like a gentle breeze, steady and even, leaving it slightly ticklish and warm.
"Phew-he's still breathing."
Steven let out a long breath and patted his chest in relief, as though a heavy weight had finally lifted from his heart.
Then he suddenly froze. Tilting his head, he scratched it in confusion and muttered:
"Huh? Why is he still breathing?"
He looked closely at Cyno again. The boy's chest was completely intact, without the slightest trace of injury, and was even rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. His expression was peaceful, as though he were lost in a tranquil dream.
Steven couldn't help reaching out to gently touch the smooth, healthy, wheat-colored skin of Cyno's chest, like a curious child searching for an answer.
Beside him, Lin Ze: !!!
What is he doing?! What does he think he's doing?!
How can he just put his hands on him so brazenly?! I haven't even touched him yet...!!
Wait... there really isn't a wound?
Then how exactly did Anubis take out his heart?
Steven racked his brains but couldn't make sense of it.
Just then, a sharp smack rang out. Steven instantly withdrew his wandering hand after getting slapped across its back.
He looked up