The scream cut through the house like a blade.
Wei Lingyun's eyes snapped open and his body was moving before his mind even caught up with the fact that he was awake. He rolled off the couch, his feet hitting the floor, and his hands bracing against the armrest.
The scream was loud, sharp, continuous.
Defiantly male.
But there was a pain in every note. The kind he never heard unless he was the one causing the pain.
Around him there was even more movement.
Zhenlan was already standing, his hand on the back of the couch, his head turned toward the stairs. Chenghai pushed himself up from where he'd been lying on the floor near the window, his breathing sharp and immediate. Yuche was on his feet, his body tense, his eyes locked on the ceiling.
And still the screams didn't stop.
