Little Yichen backed away in horror. He clenched his fists and looked down at the other boy's blood-soaked wrists!
"Your … your hands…" Little Yichen furrowed his brow deeply, anger surging through him. Frustrated, he dashed towards the other boy and grabbed him by the collar. "This is not your body," he said through gritted teeth. "You have no right or right to touch him!"
"Oh? Your heart aches for him?" Youyou raised an eyebrow, his gaze coldly sizing him up like an icy knife. "And who are you to interfere in my affairs with him? Who says this body doesn't belong to me? You see, I can manipulate him quite freely." As he spoke, he grabbed Little Yichen's wrist! "I'll do what I want, and no one can interfere! Since I'm not meant to have it, I'd rather destroy it. Don't go thinking you can get rid of me!"
