There was no response, only that same dazed, distant look. It was incredibly concerning. Heart hammering against his ribs, Yu Xi reached for his communicator on the bedside table, his fingers swiping to call Jian Wei.
There was something absolutely wrong with Jian Ci. After it happened the first time he excused it thinking it was the alcohol. But this time Jian Ci wasn't drunk.
A hand closed around his wrist, the grip surprisingly strong. Jian Ci's fingers were like iron shackles, hot against his skin. Before Yu Xi could react, he was being pulled, not with violence, but with a desperate, aching need.
Jian Ci's arms wrapped around him, crushing Yu Xi against his chest in a hug so tight it stole the air from his lungs.
