Yi could have sworn he was drunk instead. The word break up that escapes his boyfriend's lips not long ago makes his brain cell numb and ears ring. It loosens the strength from his entire body, starting with his hands that slackens the grasp from Xia’s wrists under him. Everything goes silent like a movie player put on mute, moving only pictures but unable to utter a sound.
Xia takes the opportunity of the slackened hands to pull up his wrists from the mattress and breaks away from under the hovering body. Pushing the transfixed Yi to the side, he jumps off the bed, putting on his pants real quick before gathering the remaining clothes scattered on the floor and dashed toward the door. His fingertips brush against the cold, golden doorknob, but before he can turn it open, his left wrist i
