my hand is hurt.
Last time it was my left hand, this time it’s my right.
Eventually, I will have to stop doing such risky things." After Kōng Ling left, Shen Zecuán folded the letter and placed it back on his bed table.
He bandaged his right hand again;his fingers had deformed from the pressure, and he still felt pain.
It rained outside, as if cleansing Dengzhou's streets.
There were many things that Shen Zecuán hadn't done yet, but at this moment, all he wanted to see was Xiao Chiyiá.
He waited for almost a quarter of an hour before falling asleep unconsciously.
When Shen Zecuán woke up, it was due to the heat;he had already been moved inside the bed.
It was dark and stormy outside.
He turned his head and saw Xiao Chiyá sitting at the edge of the bed, reading the letter by candlelight.
As soon as Shen Zecuán saw Xiao Chiyá, every part of him ached.
Just waking up, he lazily leaned against his pillow for a moment before sliding his foot out from under the blanket and lightly touching Xiao Chiyá's calf.
Xiao Chiyá ignored him.
Shen Zecuán sat up and probed, reading the letter aloud: "Yuan Zhuo’s...
I must write back to him.
High Zhongxiong should write a notice immediately to explain that Cizhou troops are only targeting the border sands." Xiao Chiyá glanced at him from the side, folded the letter, and discarded it without saying anything.
Shen Zecuán leaned on Xiao Chiyá’s arm and said softly: "Cezhāng." "I’ll go back to Cizhou in a few days," Xiao Chiyá looked at Shen Zecuán.
"Again with the lost fingers and the fall from the building, Jǐngháng Sensei must be punishing me with his whip." Shen Zecuán mumbled: "Don’t hit me." Xiao Chiyá was silent for a moment.
Shen Zecuán rubbed against Xiao Chiyá’s arm: "Xiao Ye." Xiao Chiyá felt that Shen Zecuán deserved a beating, but he said firmly: "What kind of Xio Ye are you?There isn’t anyone like that." Shen Zecuán said: "Second—" Xiao Chiyá covered Shen Zecuán with the blanket and blew out the candle.
He didn't hug him;instead, he turned away, undressed, and lay down.
He remembered running out at full speed, truly risking his life.
At that moment, there was nothing in front of him but a wall of fire.
Shen Zecuán lifted the blanket and hit Xiao Chiyá’s back.
He continued hitting until Xiao Chiyá's shoulder blade, saying: "You don’t hug me;I can't sleep." Xiao Chiyá lay down, holding Shen Zecuán by his waist and pulling him onto himself.
They stared at each other but didn't let go, immobilizing Shen Zecuán.
"Sleep," said Xiao Chiyá.
"This posture is uncomfortable," Shen Zecuán gestured with his chest.
"It’s still hanging." "Isn’t this good?" Xiao Chiyá smirked.
"I’ve been hanging like this for a long time." Shen Zecuán placed his palm on Xiao Chiyá's chest and rubbed it.
Xiao Chiyá raised him up: "No, I’m upset." Shen Zecuán, like a cat in the water, was wriggling and scratching Xiao Chiyá’s chest with his paws.
It was light yet ticklish, naughty but adorable.
It made Xiao Chiyá's teeth itch;he looked into his eyes, full of affection, knowing it was just an excuse to be lazy.
Despite being upset, Xiao Chiyá's temper wore off under Shen Zecuán’s playful behavior.
This was something that only happened when Shen Zecuán was in his arms and spoiled him.
Xiao Chiyá knew this well but wasn’t going to let Shen Zecuán get away with it.
"Is this a bath?" Xiao Chiyá said coldly.
"I haven't washed myself for two days."