Wang YiBo decided to propose to his longtime boyfriend, Xiao Zhan, in his unusual but not unwanted way. Yet after a week of being engaged, Wang YiBo disappeared without a trace, leaving Xiao Zhan devastated and heartbroken.
For three years, Xiao Zh...
(Note: Another Sarah Brightman song? Yes, yes, I know. Did I mention she was a favorite of mine? Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and my finger? I tore a ligament so now it is in a splint. That means my next update might be later. Do you know how hard it is to type without an index finger?! For those who don't like reading smut (heavy), you can skip. Not much here but bumping uglies.)
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Wang YiBo POV
Three years ago
"Zhan-ge?" I asked hesitantly as lines of worry appeared on my face. Xiao Zhan and I had been dating for two years now and I wanted to get married, but I didn't know if he felt the same. Oh, I knew he loved me, but would it be enough to defy societal norms? Would it be enough to go against our parents should they object to our relationship?
"Mhm?" Xiao Zhan responded absently, not bothering to look up from the book he was currently reading. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip, then he sucked the plump thing into his mouth with his rabbit teeth. That cute rabbit teeth that always made me horny when he bites down on my dick—
Scrunching up my face, I pushed the erotic thoughts from my mind—that can come later. After we have this talk.
I nudged him with an elbow then grabbed his pajama sleeve with my two fingers and gently tugged a few times. As he continued to ignore me, the furrows on my brows deepened. I tried once more to gain his attention. Scooting up on the sofa to where he was sitting, I laid my head on his lap and stuck a finger between the opened pages of the book and pulled it from his hands.
"Hey!"
My exasperated lover complained while trying to reach for his book, the movement jostling my head on his scrumptious lap, and I chuckled.
"Tch! Bo-di! Give me back my book please!" He tried swatting my arm. "Come on! I was just getting to a good part!"
Curious, I asked as I opened the book to where I stuck my index finger, "What part?" A second later a blushing me said, "Oh."
"Give me back the book!" He huffed, his face turning bright red.
"Zh-Zhan-ge, why are you reading this book again? I can't believe you're reading this. It-It's trash!" I protested weakly. I could feel heat rising to my face as my ears began to redden.
Xiao Zhan glared at me. "Why are you calling your book trash? Besides," he gulped and licked his lips, "I think it's really hot...um...good." He squirmed and I could feel something brushing against my cheek. My own arousal mounting with every twitch of his growing erection.
"It is trash! I'm only writing this stuff to make a little money. Hopefully, I'll get recognized one day when I sell my thrillers. I don't want to be known as an erotic male author! Do you know how embarrassing that would be?" I shuddered to think how people would judge me when they know I write trashy romance novels. Surprisingly, I was doing rather well with this series I wrote. Lots of five-star ratings.
