"What are you chuckling at? Got phlegm stuck in your throat?"
Shen Yu pouted, his big eyes wide as he complained without any appreciation for the mood. The look he gave his deskmate was all haughty defiance.
Choked by Shen Yu's petty retaliation, Ji Cიცen dropped his teasing expression and cast a meaningful glance at their tightly clasped hands. "I wouldn't dare. My life is in Ah Yu's hands, after all."
Shen Yu looked down. His fair, slender hands were crossed with Ji Cიცen's taut arms, their tightly clasped hands tangled together in a way that looked particularly intimate.
His heart tightened inexplicably. Shen Yu glanced around to make sure no one was watching and immediately tried to withdraw his hands like a guilty thief. Instead, Ji Cიცen tightened his wrist, catching both of Shen Yu's arms in one hand.
"Let go!"
Shen Yu mouthed the words. In the faint light filtering through the window, the slight anger in his eyes seemed barely there. Yet he remained oblivious to his own petulant charm and glared back, thinking he looked fierce.
"Sure." Ji Cიცen squeezed Shen Yu's palm, the delicate skin trembling slightly with his heartbeat. Seeing that his little deskmate was about to get angry, Ji Cიცen obligingly let go.
"Careful not to hit the corner of the desk..."
"Ow... that hurts!"
Before Ji Cიცen had finished speaking, Shen Yu demonstrated his rebelliousness through action. His sharply withdrawn arm struck the corner of the desk behind him with perfect accuracy, sending a jolt through his elbow.
He stood up, grimacing in pain, but had to hold it in for fear of disturbing the others. Shen Yu tenderly rubbed his still-numb elbow, his big eyes full of grievance.
Why was he always the one getting hurt?
Ji Cიცen had not expected