Song Zhuyu's hand hung suspended in midair, taken aback by the man's intense reaction. But he soon recovered and dropped his hand on top of Rui Ye's head instead, ruffling the man's damp hair. "Alright, alright," Song Zhuyu sighed. "I won't take it off, so you don't need to act as if I'm about to cut off your limb."
He was curious, of course. For some inexplicable reason, the notion of wanting to see what kind of eyes hidden beneath the blindfold had been lingering on the back of Song Zhuyu's mind for a while.
Was Rui Ye truly blind or… did he have another deeper reason to cover his eyes?
