Help, I've become a paper man

Yan Changyue laughed out loud, and her delicate eyebrows seemed softer in the dim light. However, due to the angle and the lack of light at the moment, Song Yi could not see the color of Yan Changyue's eyes. He only felt his heart beating faster.

But...what if he was controlled by Yan Changyue's ability?

Song Yi muttered to himself, trying to find unreliable excuses for himself, but his steps were honest enough. He changed direction and walked towards the window.

If their rooms were decorated in the same way, then Yan Changyue's bedroom also had floor-to-ceiling windows. Now there was a problem with insufficient light, and his vision was also limited to a certain extent. It was probably because of the curtains that when night fell, even the moonlight was blocked, making the room even darker.

"What's wrong?" Yan Changyue asked, walking towards him.

As soon as Song Yi's hand touched the curtain, the soft fabric rubbed against his fingertips. He said, "It's too dark, I can't see the injury clearly," and was about to pull the curtain back.

But Yan Changyue was one step faster and held down Song Yi's hand first. Before he could react, his ear already felt the heat. Yan Changyue's breath and voice gently swept over his earlobe, bringing a slight itch.

"Which ones do you want to see? The ones on your fingers or... my old injuries?"

Song Yi didn't answer, but his body shook slightly. Rather than hearing a whisper, he felt more like he was bitten. Even his shoulders and back became stiff. He could only slowly raise his hand, blocking Yan Changyue, and touch his ear to check if there were any teeth marks on it.

But he quickly realized that this was just a brief trance, and there was still a certain distance between them. However, when Yan Changyue's breath fell again, it was the back of his hand that became hot...

This won't work! Song Yi thought, and regained his spirit, controlling his body to continue moving. He turned around and faced Yan Changyue, and was able to get rid of the "threat" to his breathing.

He asked, "Didn't you say 'I haven't been hurt in a long time'?"

Yan Changyue replied: "Yes, the last time I was injured was when I was young. Before I grew up, I was always covered in scars."

Song Yi responded, indicating that he understood. After all, there didn't seem to be anything special about a child getting hurt. It was just that Yan Changyue's tone was too brisk. In the hazy night, it gave him a strange feeling, as if she was not just talking about age.

"Do you want to see it?" Yan Changyue asked, disrupting his train of thought. He said "ah" again and then shook his head to indicate "no need". But then he remembered that Yan Changyue was a human being and it seemed that very few people had night vision.

Perhaps because of this, Yan Changyue continued, "I can show you."

"No, wait!" Song Yi said as he raised his hand to stop the other party's action. When Yan Changyue made a sound, this action-oriented man had already started to unbutton his shirt. His eyes were still on Yan Changyue. He could see the second button shaking, and also the collarbone that was briefly exposed when Yan Changyue's hand moved away.

The next moment, Yan Changyue stopped what she was doing, looked at him, and asked again: "What's wrong?"

His lips opened and closed, and he couldn't think of an answer for a moment, and Yan Changyue took action again, not continuing the previous action, but not as good as before... Song Yi could feel the warmth of Yan Changyue's palm, his right hand was held, and Yan Changyue pulled it towards herself, pressing lightly on the collarbone.

Yan Changyue said: "The scar here was left when I was seven years old and a kite string slipped across it."

"And then?" Song Yi asked reflexively. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had actually spread out his fingers and followed Yan Changyue's guidance to touch the other's skin. His fingertips just touched the tiny bump, which was long and half the length of his little finger.

"Before it could strangle my neck, I managed to pull out the knife and cut it off," said Yan Changyue.

The words that were different from the ambiguous atmosphere brought Song Yi back to his senses. He pulled his hand back abruptly, successfully found his voice, and said, "You are so amazing, just like I imagined. However, it is you who needs comfort, not me. Uh, no, I mean, I am not wearing gloves, so I can't..."

His voice became softer and softer, and finally he fell silent. In the night, he and Yan Changyue looked at each other. Those human eyes still seemed bright in the darkness.

"Oh, because of the gloves?" Yan Changyue asked, but it didn't sound like a question. After all, the fingers were still moving, and the fingertips just brushed against Song Yi's fingers. He held his wrist again, pulled it to his waist, and then pressed it on his shirt.

Yan Changyue asked again: "If it's all fabric, then this will be fine, right?"

The distance between them shortened again. Song Yi took a half step back, almost leaning against the glass. The swaying curtains rubbed against the back of his neck, and the itchy feeling made him shiver again.

"This is the scar. It starts from below the left rib and goes to the lower right..." Yan Changyue said in a softer tone.

Through the thin cloth, Song Yi could feel the temperature of his hands. Yan Changyue's orange scent was stronger and slightly more moist than usual. Perhaps it was because of this subtle moisture that his nose felt a little itchy.

Before Yan Changyue continued to describe, Song Yi spoke again with difficulty, and when he said "inappropriate", he raised his right hand and blocked the two of them with his arm. Yan Changyue's hand also slid down with his movement, and her fingers rubbed from his wrist to his forearm.

He took a step back, grabbed the curtain with his hands, curled up the fingers of his left hand, and the gauze curtain swayed gently. Song Yi blinked and looked at the man in front of him. The familiar smile on his face still had a different flavor under the blurred light.

It’s not a touch, but it’s better than that… At this time, it would be different if there was moonlight, it would be nice, he thought.

Yan Changyue asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Yi's head twitched and he said, "Your clothes are still at his house."

It refers to the previous fight, when Yan Changyue beat Xu Yueran and made his coat dirty. After it was thrown away, they continued talking and left after they finished talking.

Yan Changyue smiled and pressed Song Yi's head, asking him to lower his head. Their foreheads were pressed together. Feeling each other's breathing, Yan Changyue's voice became lighter, as if floating out of a dream, and she added: "It's okay. I have a similar style."

"A lot, a lot. For example, this one I'm wearing has also been changed. After all... I took a shower after returning."

Song Yi felt even more dizzy after hearing this. He stood there for a while, thinking about Yan Changyue's words and ignoring her actions. When he realized it, their palms were clasped together, and Yan Changyue's fingers were squeezing into his fingers, about to become interlocked fingers, like some kind of invitation, but also like...

"Dear players, thank you for your wait! The groups for this points race have been divided, your race times have been determined, and the schedule for the event has been distributed. Please check your mailbox!"

Song Yi suddenly took a step back and hit his head on the glass. Not only did he distance himself from Yan Changyue, but he also became completely sober. His anger was difficult to control and he cursed Noah's Ark in his heart. The system broadcast was still going on, and he even began to feel gloating.

"Sorry, sorry to interrupt your late night."

"But congratulations, player Song Yi, you are beginning to feel angry!"

Song Yi: I have already scolded you, please do not disturb me.