Noir looked at the email in shock, completely convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him!
Then he put down Solis's phone, rubbed his eyes thoroughly, and then picked up the phone again to look at the email again.
It still said the same thing.
Noir put down the phone again and gave himself a hard slap.
This action jolted Solis out of his own daze.
Noir raised his hand to slap himself again, but this time, how could Solis allow his little darling to hurt himself again like this? Solis caught Noir's arm and said quietly, "Don't do that."
Noir blinked at Solis, the chocolate brown of his eyes still covered with a misty haze like frosted sugar on a chocolate cake. The hand print on Noir's left cheek, where he had just slapped himself, was already starting to bruise.
Solis kissed Noir on the middle of his forehead. "Don't move, my little darling," he said in a soft but commanding voice. "I'll be back in a minute."
