By the time they reached the airport terminal, Wenzhi was beginning to regret slinging his duffel over his right shoulder.
His wounded shoulder protested immediately and a faint hiss escaped through his teeth as he swiftly shifted the bag to his left hand.
The wound wasn't serious, but every movement still reminded him that he'd been shot only hours ago.
Shao Xinyuan noticed.
He had been paying the driver, but his warm brown eyes picked up on the subtle way Wenzhi was favoring his left side.
As the car pulled away into the night, Xinyuan glanced down at his own empty hands.
Perfect.
He closed the distance between them, unable to resist the urge to get closer to the man who had somehow occupied his thoughts since the moment he'd stepped into that car.
