Mingyu's eyes slowly fluttered open, his gaze blurry and unfocused. He blinked groggily, trying to clear the haze from his mind, and the first thing he saw was someone's face, inches from his own—the person's warm breath fanning against his face.
"Mingyu's eyes snapped wide, his instincts screaming at him to create distance. In a reflexive burst, he jerked upright, his face crashing into the person's."
"Argh!" Mingyu and Jiang Yichen both groaned in unison from the pain inflicted on their skulls.
Mingyu's body erupted in a fresh wave of pain as his injuries protested the sudden, jerky movement. He gritted his teeth, trying to catch his breath as the agony washed over him.
Jiang Yichen's scolding voice cut through the haze, his tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "That's the thanks I get for taking care of you? A headbutt?"