Lingyun stopped breathing the moment Luo Xin put both hands on Rouxi's leg.
He hated that his body reacted before his mind could. He hated the way his fingers dug into his own arms. He hated the way heat crawled beneath his skin, looking for somewhere to go, because fire was what he understood.
Fire listened.
Fire answered him.
Fire made problems smaller.
But this problem could not be burned.
Luo Xin adjusted his grip with the careful precision, knowing that there were at least five men watching his every move.
One hand settled above the place where the bone had healed wrong, while the other braced lower, near the twisted angle that made everyone in the room look away sooner or later. He didn't look away. That was probably why he was the one crouched in front of her while the rest of them stood there being useless.
Rouxi watched him with an expression that gave away almost nothing.
That was the part Lingyun hated most.
