Yuche stayed in front of me after the kiss ended, his hands resting loosely at my waist while he looked over my face like he was checking whether or not Chenghai had returned me to the others in one piece.
The annoyance he had when he walked into the room was still there, but it had nothing to do with me. I was going to assume that it had something to do with the fact that he had to babysit Lingyun for forever to make sure that he hadn't hurt himself even more.
After all, he had spent the better part of an hour rewrapping Lingyun's ribs while Chenghai got to disappear into the shower with me, and judging by the look on his face, he considered that a deeply unfair distribution of labor.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled. "How bad was he?" I asked, looking up at him.
