C127 We'll Do It on the Spot

I kept scratching where the mosquitoes had hit me and calling myself stupid. Isn't it like mosquitoes throwing out letters of war in the middle of summer nights wearing short sleeves and shorts?

"Stop grabbing, it will break soon." Lu Yichen grabbed my hand tightly, trying to stop me from scratching my itch.

I know he meant well, but I really can't stand it. After being stung by the mosquito