"Why, why? Can't we walk together hand in hand?" he blurted out indignantly.
"It feels weird!" the younger twin muttered, his face full of disdain.
The older twin did not understand it. "What's weird?"
Youyou shot him a silent glance.
We're boys; why would we hold hands?! It feels weird to hold another boy's hand.
"Let's hold hands! Hold hands, hold hands!"
The older boy pouted at his silence.
Annoyed, the younger one said, "Mu Yichen, don't make a fuss!"
The older lad was unhappy now. Holding his injured heart, he softly uttered, "I'm not making a fuss; I just want to hold your hand."
The other coolly retorted, "Are you a pervert?"
"You're the perverted one!"
Little Yichen argued as he leaned over.
"Let's hold hands!"
"I don't want!"
"Let's hold hands!"
Youyou fell into silence.
He could feel a headache coming on.
