Cheng Yu's body pressed down slightly, his warm breath misting my face—with our proximity, I could clearly see my face and silhouette reflected in his pupils.
My fingers touched his chest, using a bit of force before slowly trailing downward. Sensing the muscles under my hand tensing, my smile grew even brighter, and I returned his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
"This time, it's definitely cheating."
After speaking, my tone suddenly paused, and my fingers froze, realizing something was off.
In an instant, Cheng Yu pressed forward, almost kissing me when my other hand covered his mouth, and I instinctively looked down.
Somehow, my hand was smeared with a bright red, "You're hurt?"
"Won't kill me," Cheng Yu replied nonchalantly, kissing the palm of my hand.
I took a deep breath and pulled away slightly. His black shirt was damp with wetness around the abdomen.
The black fabric made it hard to see even if he was injured, which is why I hadn't noticed anything was wrong at first.