First-person perspective⑦
One afternoon later.
In the school's equipment room, I held my little prince on the gymnastics mat and said, "Say what you just said again."
He tilted his head, looking impatient: "I'd say you're a stinking rat, a toad, dreaming of eating swan meat. I'd never be with a lowlife like you."
The reason is that a younger female student asked us if we were a couple, and I nodded in front of her.
I didn't say anything at that moment, but just tightened my fingertips and twisted a red fruit.
He shuddered violently, and his once clear eyes instantly became misty and unfocused.
I lowered my head and covered it with my other hand.
His eyelashes trembled, and a few seconds later, he slowly raised his hand and wrapped it around my neck.
He whimpered, "It itches..."
He was stubborn, but his body remained as soft as ever.
A moment later, as we came out of the equipment room and turned the corner, we bumped into one of his former cronies.
When the other person saw us walking side by side, their brows furrowed instantly: "What are you two doing together?"
His gaze then fell on the young master: "Ah Ling, why have you been hanging out with this rat all the time since you came back? It's been so long since you've hung out with us brothers."
I stood to the side expressionlessly, pretending not to hear the exclusion and dissatisfaction in the other person's tone, my mind already wandering elsewhere.
The young master has been talking about that roasted chestnut stall for days. It closes an hour early every Friday, so I have to make sure I get there early today, or I won't be able to buy any.
Then came the young master's slightly annoyed voice from beside him, clear and resounding: "Damn it, what mouse, mouse? Try making that sound again and I'll tear your mouth apart."
My wandering thoughts were instantly pulled back. I turned my head and saw that my dog friend had an incredulous look on his face, his mouth slightly open.
Although the young master spoke with a strong voice, his face was as red as if it were about to bleed, and even his ears had a faint pink tinge.
The dog owner was shocked and walked away.
My gaze fell on the young master. At first, he pretended not to see me, but I didn't look away. He probably couldn't stand my stare any longer, so he suddenly turned his head and glared at me fiercely: "What are you looking at!"
I paused for a moment, then remembered a line I'd seen in a TV series before, and subconsciously replied with a not-so-humorous joke: "Because you're good-looking."
I probably wasn't being very romantic when I said that, since I'm expressionless.
But these words left him speechless. After a long while, he finally managed to choke out, "Do you need to tell me?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't turn back.
I didn't look away, and just stared back at him.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... more than five seconds had passed, and he still hadn't turned his head.
I leaned forward, my nose almost touching his.
He didn't back down; he even quietly held his breath.
then……
*Smack*
--over--
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