"I hate you 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐙𝐡𝐚𝐧. Relese me....Just let me go...psychopath...Let me go"
"𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐢𝐛𝐨! Open your ears and listen carefully to what I have to say. Do not test my patience and you are NOT GOING OUT. And also you even can't go out of...
Time flowed at a blink of an eye. Yibo has been a prisoner in Zhan's house for 2 months now and despite the devastation Yibo did during the first month, Zhan allowed him to do whatever he wanted and spent his time quietly. But in the second month, Yibo realized that it was useless to spend any more of his energy and continued to reject Zhan, even though he did not pass the time. But Yibo saw one thing: Zhan, who doesn't care what he does, but looks at him with a pained eye when he rejects him. At first he thought it was something he had imagined, but it really started to see Yibo in that eye. As others in the house tried to treat Yibo kindly, Yibo became friendly with them and began to fall in love with everyone, sometimes even filling Zhan with jealousy, even with the maids.
"Yibo... Yiboo... Bobo.... I'm coming in"
Zhan came in through the door and saw Yibo lying curled up on the bed, pale and trembling.
"Yibo! OMG! You have fever. I'll get you medicine for your high fever"
But before Zhan could leave, Yibo grabbed his clothes and open his hands to him, melting Zhan's whole heart. He quickly lifted Yibo and made him sit around his waist like a baby. Yibo smiled at the sudden warmth he felt, hid his face around Zhan's neck and began to sleep, muttering something.
"Zhan....Thank you!"
"Why can't you always be like this sweety? Do you know how adorable you are now? Too cute.... that evil doesn't fit your cute face Bo..."
The head maid who came into the room was surprised by this sight but with what Zhan said he quickly realized the situation and acted.
"Uncle Jan put vinegar in cold water and bring a towel. Also bring fever medicine. We can't show him a doctor with this condition. So let's try as hard as we can."
Zhan slowly began to wet Yibo's forehead as he took the basin of water that Uncle Jan had brought. Zhan unbuttoned his shirt and forgot to breathe because his milky body increased his heart rate.
"Xiao Zhan, he's sick. Get rid of your pervert mind and put on a body to reduce his fever" He wiped Yibo's body several times with a wet towel with his trembling hands, muttering to himself and sitting next to Yibo, who was half asleep, taking the medicine.
When Yibo opened his eyes, he saw the sleeping angel sitting on a chair next to his bed with his head on the bed. He stared at it as if trying to teach himself that this was actually the man known as the Mafia king who intimidated others.
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Yibo's POV
You want me to hate you so much but why can't I do that Zhan? For all these 6 years, no matter how bad I have been, no matter how badly I have spoken to you, you have always protected me from following me. What did you promise Zhan? I feel like even one touch of yours makes me cringe, I can feel my heart beating faster when I am with you and I try to stay away from you all the time. I just want to hate you. But every time I see those two beautiful eyes of yours, I forget myself. Looks like your angel is making me lose control of myself. What did you do to me Zhan? I want to hate you more than anyone in this world but why can't I do it? Why do I feel like I only need your attention?
