Herstepsturnedmessy.Herlungswheezedlikebellows.
Justasshereachedtheinterse—legsfinallygivingout,herwholebodypitgforward,abouttocrashontothescorgasphalt—
Astrongarmsnappedaroundherwaistfrombehind.Anotherhandcmpeddownonhershoulder,haulingherbaonehardpull—steadyingher,draggioasolidchestthatwasheavingwithbreath.
“Run!Gain!”
Elian’svoicecamefromaboveherhead,roughwithpantingangerandathreadoffearhedidn’tevenrealizehewasshowing.Helockedherinpce,holdingsotightitwasalmostcrushing,likeifheloosenedevenalittle,thisfeverishrabbitwouldvanishagainwithoutatrace.
Trappedinhisarms,Cradidn’thaveeverengthtoliftafingeranymore.
Herdry,burningbackpressedhardagainstElian’schest,dampwithsweatfromthechase.Eyessqueezedshut,shegulpedairinraggedbreaths.Inherears—besidesherownpoundibeat—wasElian’sheavy,urgehing.
“LinChu-Qing（初晴）,doyouevenknowwhatyou’redoing?”Elianloweredhishead,staringatthegirlinhisarms—soweakshecouldbarelystaubborntothepointofmadness—andhealmostughedfromsheerexasperation.“Justtoavoidaneedle,you’rewillingtothrowyourlifeaway?”
Cradidn’thavethestrengthtueback.Withtheadrenalinegoheworldinningviolently.Shecouldoherheaddroop,lettingElianholdherlikehe’djustcaughtafugitive—until,uhe30°C(86°F)heatofNanyangStreet,shefinallygaveupresisting.
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