Zhenlan kept holding my hand all the way downstairs.
I spent the last six steps waiting for him to remember there were three men probably waiting for us in the living room and to let go of me.
But the smile on his face when he looked over at mine told me that he remembered... he just didn't care.
The television was still running when we came through the hall. Lingyun had taken over one end of the sectional with two pillows shoved around his ribs and a blanket across his legs. Yuche sat beside him, one hand resting near Lingyun's hip in case he forgot he was injured and tried to launch himself across the room again.
Chenghai stood at the coffee table, pouring water into a glass.
The moment me and Zhenlan walked in, all three of them looked over.
Lingyun's eyes dropped to our hands, and his entire face lit up.
I pointed at him before he could open his mouth and glared at him wordlessly to shut up.
