The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Under the bright lights of the living room, Zhu Tong could hardly see Shao Ming's face clearly.

Was it his vision that was blurry, or was it Shao Ming's face that seemed hazy?

All he could hear was the rapid beating of their hearts, synchronized, along with shallow, careful breaths.

"You..."

Zhu Tong blinked once and started to speak, but his mind went blank, and no words came out.

But Shao Ming could feel his breath, gentle and warm.

Just before completely falling, Shao Ming managed to grab the edge of the sofa, stopping himself from fully collapsing on top of Zhu Tong. After all, Zhu Tong was delicate, and Shao Ming was worried his weight might hurt him.

While Zhu Tong's vision was fuzzy, Shao Ming's was not. With the light shining on Zhu Tong's face, Shao Ming could see every individual eyelash, clear as day.

Zhu Tong's face was calm, but his trembling eyelashes betrayed his nerves. His breathing was shallow, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Was he scared?

If Shao Ming did anything now, would Zhu Tong be frightened away?

Unconsciously, Shao Ming lowered his head a little more.

Zhu Tong immediately tensed.

One of his hands hung off the edge of the sofa, while the other was pinned under Shao Ming. He knew he should push him away, but he couldn't even lift his arm.

His eyes blinked rapidly, darting around in a panic. "You... you..."

Just a few simple words—"Can you get up?"

But the weight and closeness of the person on top of him were overwhelming. He couldn't say a word.

His hand, the one pinned under Shao Ming, gripped the sofa cushion tightly.

Shao Ming noticed this and suddenly smiled, as if his strength finally gave out, and he let himself fall.

Zhu Tong gasped, instinctively shutting his eyes and turning his head to the side.

Warm and soft, Shao Ming's lips brushed lightly against his cheek, with his hot breath grazing Zhu Tong's ear.

The familiar voice had lost its usual lightness, now husky and sensual, almost brushing against his ear. "I didn't mean to. Don't be scared."

Zhu Tong: "..."

It felt like an electric shock had run through him, sending shivers down his spine.

The place on his face that had been brushed felt ticklish, like feathers had swept across it.

Shao Ming felt a similar tingling in his heart.

If Zhu Tong hadn't dodged just now, then maybe...

But he did.

Shao Ming's eyes darkened slightly as he gazed at Zhu Tong's ears, now flushed a deep red. He pressed his lips together.

Meanwhile, Zhu Tong was so tense he could hardly breathe. Just as he gathered the courage to raise his hand, the weight on him suddenly lifted. His wrist was gently grasped, and with a pull, he was helped back into a sitting position.

"Are you okay?"

The concern in Shao Ming's voice was calm and steady.

Zhu Tong slowly turned his head. Seeing the same carefree smile Shao Ming always wore, he felt his cheeks heat where he'd been brushed.