Holding Liu Wei tightly in his arms, Yu Qingyu soared high into the air. His movements appeared so graceful, so confident and fluid, as if he had been doing it for ages. Most people probably would never be able to guess how anxious Yu Qingyu actually was - jumping so high still scared him, and the fact that he was carrying his boyfriend only made him even more nervous. After all, if he were to mess it up and fall, Liu Wei would fall with him… And would probably end up much more hurt.
Still, he managed to land nimbly on the windowsill without any trouble. As he stepped down into the room, his steps light and quiet, he exhaled deeply with relief. Luckily, he managed to get it right.
