Or Else

Song Zhuyu's hand hovered over the knot on the back of Rui Ye's head, fingers toying with the slightly coarse fabric. Just one pull… with a single pull he would be able to unravel this. He would be able to fill in the blurry image of Rui Ye's eyes inside his mind. But just as he began to tug—

"Hmm…" a faint murmur escaped Rui Ye's lips. "...Zhuyu…"

Song Zhuyu froze, his heart skipping a beat. His gaze snapped back to Rui Ye's face, monitoring each inhale and exhale he took. It did not seem like he would wake up soon. 

But what was he dreaming about, for him to call out Song Zhuyu's name?

With a long-suffering sigh, Song Zhuyu forcibly tore his hand away and draped the arm over his face instead. "For God's sake…" he hissed in a low voice.