Chenle's suit that was thrown to the ground before he lunged into the pond is now being wrapped around Xiao Yue.
Right beside each other, the two is taking a ride back home. One is still trembling from the traumatic event that happened to the three of them.
Xiao Yue discovered her fear of heights.
The scene of her body slicing through air is playing like a broken tape inside her head. Teary eyed, feet colder than it should be.
Fortunately, she can feel a slight ease with the intertwined fingers of the pair. Chenle still hasn't let go of her fingers eversince he carried her inside the car.
"I should've brought you guys a spare clothes," Hrvy said with regrets.
"Useless," Chenle said, cursing under his breath.
"S-sorry," Hrvy responded.
"Fucking useless," Chenle cursed for the second time.
"I'm sorry," Hrvy repeated his apology.
The anger is bubbling inside Chenle, caused both by the Hwangs and Hrvy.
"Fucking useless," i cursed for the second time.
A familiar pang of pain is growing inside my head, a warning before Arte is present.
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Languor || Zhong Chenle
FanfictionMafia!au (completed) lan·guor /ˈlaNG(ɡ)ər/ The state or feeling, often pleasant, of tiredness or inertia. 'If this languid feeling is because of you, let me feel it down my veins longer.' #1 on #chenle 23/12/2020 #1 on #nctchenle 23/12/2020 #1 on #n...