The Isolated Island (3)
The fist that came barreling towards his face with a piercing wind was abruptly stuck in its track. The rough callused hand that was slightly larger than the slender fist completely enclosed in his palm. A snort, neither light nor heavy, penetrated Ruan Quixi's ear.
Chu Yi's voice was filled with the displeasure of waking up, mixed with a bit of annoyance and anger, it sounded with a low and hoarse rumble.
Ruan Quixi raised his head and it happened to meet the eyes of the man who was close at hand. The other party's dark and silent eyes glanced at him lazily, and the emotions in his eyes were unpredictable and dangerous.
"Why are you here?"
He chuckled, "As your new roommate–" leaning closer he whispered, " Don't I have the right to be here?"
The warm breath exhaled from his lips seemed to scald him, looking at his face the other seemed to be breathing a bit faster, and there was the sound of saliva being swallowed.