A Thousand Years | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

Chapter 23ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6|ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴍᴇ

"What have you done?!"

Ling slightly staggered as Zilong's fist met his face. The impact made him snap his neck side by side. He then spat on the ground with his broken tooth as he calmly sidestepped Zilong and picked up his clothes in the floor.

"Shh." He simply hushed him as Wanwan slightly moved from her slumber, disturb by the slight noises around her.

She moaned in her sleep and moved from one position making the blanket covering her naked frame slightly slipped. The milky expanse of her shoulder covered by his handiwork glared at Zilong's eyes as if making everything... the suspicions real.

"Do not look at her if you wouldn't want me gauging your eyes out." Ling darkly threatened him as he marched to Wanwan's direction, pulling the blanket properly to hide her body from her step brother's shocked and widened eyes.

He tilted his head to Zilong's direction as he finally wore his pants leaving him shirtless. He slightly looked down to Wanwan who remained deep asleep. He couldn't blame her, he kept her up all night after all. No regrets at all.

Zilong have been suspicious since the day of Wanwan's 18th birthday. Ling and her aren't particularly that close but after that day... they were weirdly inseparable and jumpy towards each other. He also observes how Wanwan seems to be red all the time everytime her and Ling is on a distance. It was weird. Damn weird.

It seems like there were some sort of tension around them. At first he ignored it, but the ambiance was just so thick he could literally cut their tension in half if he wanted to. He looks at Ling whose naked back is covered with deep nail scratches. His usually trim and neat hair is in disarray.

"What have you done?" Zilong repeated and asks him in a small voice this time.

Ling shrugs and looks away as he calmly replied, "Touch her?"

Zilong couldn't help but ball his fist once again. "Did you know the consequences of your action, huh?!" He whispered shouted at him as Ling finally swiveled his head to Zilong's direction and stride to stand in front of him. The tension was palpable in the air thought this time, it's not sexual tension. Zilong was raging mad while the man in front of him is dangerously calm.

"I do." Ling challenged him with that as if saying 'Who cares if we fucked?'

"How long?"

"My dick or the duration since we began our charade?" Ling asks him as Zilong glared at him, "Almost 3 weeks already? I do it with her every single night because why not?" He added as Zilong is resisting the urge to smack him hard on his pretty face. Instead, he gritted his teeth, rare rage on his usually goofy and happy fave.

"I didn't know you force people now." Zilong replied to him.

Ling lets out a smirk. "I don't force ladies, Zilong." He hovered over him whose eyes turned to dark hazel in anger.

"Why? Why play with her? There are a lot of girls who are interested with you–"

Ling's smirks slowly dropped as he glared at Zilong. "Play? This is not a game." He spats out, cutting him off and making Zilong caught off guard.

"I don't just fuck anyone for straight days and consider that as a game. Wanwan is my lover. Why can't I make love with her anyway?"

He looks down at Zilong heatedly in rage. The tables have turned. "Do not insult my girlfriend. You should mind your own love life." That is basically nonexistent.