92 No One Else

"What took you so long?" Rui Ye complained softly, clutching onto the hem of Song Zhuyu's shirt with a spoiled manner. "I almost froze to death waiting for you!"

"Froze to death, huh?" Song Zhuyu grabbed the blind man's face and mushed his cheeks, barking out an angry laugh. "Who told you to wait out here for me, little fool?"

"M'showee…!" Rui Ye patted Song Zhuyu's arm a few times in a gesture of surrender, and when Song Zhuyu released his grip, he opened his mouth to explain, only for a burst of itchiness to tickle his nose. Eventually, what came out of him was a loud sneeze. "A… A-choo!"