Lin Feng, I'll Let You Get It Back

Lin Feng had good intentions but he hadn't expected Yun Hu to have already worn his wrist guard, a brand-new Nike one.

Lin Feng stood with the wrist guard, watching him blankly but Yun Hu hadn't bothered to even glance at him. He felt his throat tighten as a desire for a fight rose within him.

Couldn't they be brothers? Did they have to be lovers? What did he want a straight guy like him to do?

"Remove it and wear mine."

Yun Hu glanced up at him.

Lin Feng tightened his grip, finding the situation very uncomfortable but they couldn't just go into the competition like this.

Lin Feng downed a mouthful of water and lowered his head in silence before wearing his wrist guard.