Yan Jinyue's gaze fell on Ji Hanxing's face again. A fine sheen of sweat still covered Ji Hanxing's forehead, and the hair at his temples was damp.
"Did you just take a shower?"
Ji Hanxing's eyelid twitched.
Why is he asking that?
Ji Hanxing stammered a little. "Yes, I took a shower."
He could also sense Yan Jinyue looking at his face, so he added, "I haven't even had time to wipe the water off my face."
A lie.
That was Yan Jinyue's verdict. He could still tell whether it was sweat or water on Ji Hanxing's face.
If he hadn't been showering all that time, what had he been doing?
Ji Hanxing tugged at his hand but couldn't pull it free.
Yan Jinyue gave Ji Hanxing a long look, then used his other hand to lift Ji Hanxing's sleeve.
"What happened here?"
Only then did Ji Hanxing lower his head to look at his wrist. His previously fair wrist was already red, and was even beginning to turn a little purple.
Crap, it must've been when I was taking off the muscle suit. I moved my hands too much, and the suit constricted my wrists.
Ji Hanxing had thrown his clothes on haphazardly without straightening his sleeves. They had rolled up slightly, exposing his red, purpling wrist, which Yan Jinyue had spotted immediately.
"I, um..." Ji Hanxing's eyes darted around as he stumbled over his words. "I accidentally hit it against the wall just now."
Yan Jinyue's brows drew tightly together.
He had already heard Ji Hanxing's true thoughts. He didn't take in a word of the flimsy excuse Ji Hanxing had made up.
The muscle suit constricted him?
If it had done this to his wrists, what about the rest of his body?
Ji Hanxing tugged at his