Xi Zirui pulls back from Han Yu's neck and looks into his eyes. "Are you okay?"
Han Yu gives him a long sustained look, his eyelashes fluttering for a moment over his eyes, before he pulls Xi Zirui's arms from around his shoulders, his hands still oddly manacled in front of his body..
He nods towards the unconscious Su Xueyi. "We should probably deal with him."
"Right," Xi Zirui says, getting up to his feet, feeling out of sorts. "Let me just get you out of those."
He goes to the kitchen to find the heated blade stored in one of the drawers, and comes back minutes later, to free Han Yu from the steel cable binding his wrists together.
Careful not to damage his artificial skin, he slices through the metal easily.
Han Yu shakes off the binds the rest of the way off and returns his attention back to Su Xueyi. "We can't let him go," he says, his jaw set in a harsh line.
He gives Xi Zirui an inquiring look. "Does Xi Zirui want to kill him?"
