Tong Tong's distant cousin

A subtle feeling of wearing a green hat crept up Ji Yao's throat as he stared at the shoulders that were less than half an inch apart. The cup in his hand had long crumpled to pieces but he didn't even notice.

Rui Fei was holding his wrist but Ji Yao felt nothing. It was as though his brain had short-circuited focusing on the closeness of this unrelated pair. His ears were ringing with his heart beating in his throat as the urge to pick a fight grew stronger and stronger.

It took Rui Fei rubbing his wrist for him to return to himself. He slowly shifted his gaze from the shoulders that had grown apart significantly and met Rui Fei's gaze. Once their gazes locked together the two stared at each other intently for a while as a strange ambiguous atmosphere thrived.

Ji Yao glanced over the space between the two before wordlessly staring back at Rui Fei. The cub instantly understood what the problem was so he got up and decided to sit on the right side of Ji Yao.