A/n: I know that I said it will be posted on the New Year Eve, but I didn't want to give you not any bit of angsty vibes when celebrating the end of this shitty year
Another morning...
Another morning, feeling the same as in the past four months' mornings...
Zhan rolled over and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, wincing in pain when he sat bolt upright.
Was he suffering from some sort of a strange, unknown disease, was he dying?
He wasn't brave enough to go for a medical checkup, what if they will tell him that he has only a short time to live?
He was too young, if it would be to die already, he simply didn't want to know, not yet!
The young man limped to the bathroom, rubbing with a hand the painful small of his back and keep touching his swollen lips with the other hand.
The bathroom mirror displayed before his eyes the same image like yesterday morning, same like on all the past five months mornings: dark circles emphasizing the deep tiredness felt even after a long night of uninterrupted sleep, pale skin spotted all over with purple and red bruises or teeth marks or whatever were those, livid and overly swollen lips like were sucked by a vacuum muzzle the whole night long.
Another weirdness was that his pajamas were covered in patches of a dried crust of hardened white dirt.
This only when he was waking up still wearing the pajamas, because some mornings he woke up completely naked, with the pajamas lying on the floor, next to the bed.Xiao Zhan used to be an ordinary 26 years young man, living in a rented apartment, and working 8 hours a day doing boring bookkeeping work in a random accountancy office from Beijing.
The young accountant was what we could call as a real beauty.
Not only his outlook, but his personality as well, was a refined mixture of angelic innocence with sinful s€xiness.
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