Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 27: Frail Body

Chapter 27: Frail Body

The stairwell was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension as the two stood close together.

Lu Beihuai's voice, low and hoarse, carried an emotional tremor that hinted at his inner turmoil. "Why don't you answer?"

Song Qie met his red-rimmed eyes and felt as if his thoughts were spiraling in a chaotic whirlwind. He hesitated, afraid that if he voiced the questions swirling in his mind, it would only push Lu Beihuai further into despair.

Does he even realize what he's asking?

In the end, he couldn't bring himself to ask. After all, he felt completely defenseless in front of Lu Beihuai. Finally, he managed to say, "Why didn't I look at you? How could I lie to you?"

I didn't say anything at all.

His cheek throbbed from the pinch, and he tried to pull Lu Beihuai's hand away, but it only tightened. Now, both of his hands were effectively held hostage.

The temperature in the confined space between them began to rise, thickening the air around them.

"You didn't look at me just now," Lu Beihuai insisted.

"Where didn't I see you?" Song Qie protested, feeling increasingly aggrieved. "I was clearly looking at you! You didn't even look at me! Did you even pay attention to what I said?"

"Have you been watching me the whole time?" Lu Beihuai's eyes narrowed, fixated on Song Qie.

"My face hurts. Let go!" Song Qie couldn't help but voice his discomfort.

Realizing his grip had left a mark, Lu Beihuai slowly released his hold. As he withdrew his hand, he noticed the red imprint on Song Qie's cheek, faint but evident, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

It was all too easy to leave a mark, but just as easy to have it fade.

A wave of stuffiness washed over Song Qie, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Nervousness made his mouth dry, and he instinctively licked his lips, raising a hand to shield his chest. "Can't you keep some distance when we talk?"

"Why do we need to keep our distance?" Lu Beihuai didn't step back, maintaining his position close to Song Qie.

"Isn't it normal to have some social distance?" Song Qie felt heat creeping up his face. Lu Beihuai's warmth was overwhelming, and he felt like he might melt under the intensity. His chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

After speaking, he suddenly squatted down, attempting to slip out from Lu Beihuai's grasp.

But before he could escape, a strong arm encircled his waist, pulling him back effortlessly.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Lu Beihuai asked, wrapping his arms around Song Qie again. When he noticed that Song Qie wouldn't meet his gaze, his frown deepened. "Why aren't you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?"

"Why are there so many questions?" Frustrated, Song Qie couldn't hold back his irritation. He met Lu Beihuai's gaze, anger flaring in his eyes. The familiar ache of impending tears threatened to surface whenever they argued.

He pursed his trembling lips, his anger bubbling over. "Is it okay if I'm shy?!"

The question hung in the air, filled with emotion, and echoed down the stairwell, sounding almost like an answer in itself.

Song Qie suddenly realized how loud he had been, and a wave of mortification surged through him. After speaking, his heart began to race, his chest heaving from the intensity of his shortness of breath. Dizziness washed over him, and his knees buckled, forcing him to squat against the wall for support.