Pay Attention To Me

Chapter 51

Jiang Yao hadn't been mad at all in the first place.

He was the one who had done something wrong to begin with, not getting consent, touching places that shouldn't be touched without permission, so he'd absolutely deserved a scolding.

At most, he'd just felt a little pain deep down in his heart, thinking that the brat had gone too far with what he'd said, since, no matter what, he should never tell him to go find someone else.

But at this moment, Yin Che had taken the initiative to hold his hand, so the momentary bad temper he'd felt had completely disappeared.

The two of them had never held hands before.

Even in the cafeteria that one time, he'd just touched the back of his hand, that's all.

They'd never shared such a "large area" skinship.

His heart beat wildly.

Their surroundings were too dark, so Jiang Yao couldn't see the other clearly. With a forceful tug, he pulled a certain someone in to press against his chest.

He put his free arm around the waist of the one in his embrace.

"Is this uncomfortable?"

Their hands were still clasped. The breathing of the person in his arms was very unsteady and his expression probably didn't look that good either.

"......it's okay." Yin Che squeezed his hand tight again. He buried his face into the hollow of his neck and said in a muffled voice, "Let's hold on for a little longer."

In the dark, the sensitivity of his other senses was amplified, highlighting the sound echoing in his ear, the brush of breath against his neck, the heat passing between their palms.

The hold was so innocent and simple, yet his heart continued to throb unceasingly.

Jiang Yao had never thought someone could be tortured so terribly just by holding hands. "Let go......"

He couldn't bear it any more, once again wanting a mile after being given an inch. He yet again deserved a scolding.

Yin Che didn't understand his frame of mind. He raised his free hand and, for the first time ever, hugged him. "I'll only let go if you aren't mad anymore."

His tone was soft, with a faint hint of coquettishness.

Jiang Yao was about to ascend from happiness.

He wanted to keep up the act, but Yin Che's hand was trembling more and more obviously, as if he was forcing himself to touch him. He couldn't bear it and conscientiously released his hand.

"I'm not mad, don't force yourself."

"Then have we reconciled?"

"Mhm, we've made up."

Yin Che heaved a sigh of relief.

In the darkness, another sigh of relief also sounded. The ghost 💀

"......"

"......"

Instantly, Jiang Yao hugged his little bunny close and shouted out in a deep voice, "Who's there? Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out."
(t/n: JY uses a phrase 'pretend to be a ghost' that has nothing to do with the haunted house)

Two or three steps away from them, a candle lit up faintly, so they could just barely see the other person.

——With hair hanging loose, blood dripping from the eyes, and a tongue hanging from the mouth.