Smash hit Word of Honor catapulted Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun to the top of the idol charts. But this well-deserved success is a double-edged sword.
How will they juggle the demands of their newfound fame, balance the relationship with one another a...
He glanced regretfully at Zhang Zhehan's red outfit. "I'll leave you to change now. This costume looks really great on you. It's a pity you have to take it off."
For 2 seconds Zhang Zhehan was tempted to offer "Do you want to take it off for me?" but quickly slapped himself mentally for being so shameless.
He quickly turned away to hide his embarassment, his golden anklet making a pleasant jingle as he did so. He bustled about the clothes rack, before realizing that Yang Yang was still standing there, staring at his bare feet.
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"Yang laoshi, I need to change."
"Yang Yang lightly licked his lips. "That anklet is very sexy."
Zhang Zhehan felt his mouth become dry at that suggestive gesture. He instinctively took a step back, the anklet jingling lightly again.
But that sound seemed to have awakened something primal in Yang Yang. His eyes narrowed and he once again looked like a fox hunting his prey. Zhang Zhehan felt his heart race as that oppressive aura spread. Yet, there was something tantalizing about it, which made him subconsciously welcome it, even though he also wanted to hide from it.
Yang Yang took a stepped forward, once again closing the gap between them. Zhang Zhehan had his back against the clothes rack. Yang Yang slowly raised his hand and placed it on the rack, trapping Zhang Zhehan on 3 sides.
His eyes caressed Zhang Zhehan's bare throat, which was draped with a gold necklace, and slowly moved downwards, lingering on the low neckline of the red costume.
Zhang Zhehan breathed in the scent of Yang Yang, he recalled how much his scent had aroused him the last time. It was so irresistable, so provocative, he had never experienced anything like it before. He immediately got hard again, but this time, he was very aware of it.
Yang Yang slowly moved in closer and Zhang Zhehan held his breath. With lowered lashes he gazed at Yang Yang's approaching lips, his own lips parting expectantly in response. The moment Yang Yang's hot breath washed over his skin, he hardened even more.
A singular thought popped up in his mind. "Don't come any closer. You're going to bump it if you come closer."
As if hearing his thoughts, Yang Yang stopped. Zhang Zhehan looked on as those bewitching lips curve into a small smile before parting. He swallowed hard.
"I won't." Yang Yang whispered, his breath lightly danced on Zhang Zhehan's face, before vanishing into the air.
"...What?" Zhang Zhehan was slightly puzzled.
"I won't kiss you. I want to make you kiss me on your own."
Yang Yang inhaled deeply before withdrawing. He stepped away as he threw Zhang Zhehan a teasing look. "You smell just as nice as the last time."
