Shao Xinyuan could feel hot rage crawling through his veins.
Wenzhi was lying. He could tell, and it wasn't just irritating, it was provoking.
Did Lin Wenzhi take him for a fool? Did he think he was just some muscle-headed, sex-crazed Esper with zero awareness?
As his grip tightened on Wenzhi's wrist, the screams in his head finally vanished. Even when the chaos tried to rush back, it couldn't reach him. Not while he was holding him.
He refused to let go. Not now. Not ever.
Wenzhi didn't move, simply meeting his gaze with those dull grey eyes. After a long moment, he looked down at the hand gripping his wrist and said, "Let go."
Xinyuan's jaw tightened. "No."
A breath left Wenzhi slowly, his chest rising and falling as if he was forcing himself to stay calm.
"I'm not leaving." His voice was flat. "Did I say I was? Everyone is so obsessed with making me your guide. Do you honestly think Shen Jue would settle for only one year?"
Xinyuan blinked.
…That made sense.
