07: BLOOD, LOVE & PAIN ||Yizhan Fanfic - BJYX|| 18+

008: So Oddly Familiar

It was as if time had stopped at that moment. His breath hoicked, his eyes enlarged, his lilac lips slightly parted, his stomach tightened, and his heart thumped beneath his chest as he remained there, a pair of brawny arms engirdled securely around his delicate waist, his hands placed on top of a broad chest, and his stupefied bronze-colored eyes ogled into a pair of dark orbs, impaling through his soul with a hint of familiarity that Xiao Zhan could swear he had seen those eyes before.

Then everything dematerialized around Xiao Zhan, and he stood in a world where nothing existed but him in the prince's arms, staring into each other's eyes as if it were the most important thing in the world. How cringy. Xiao Zhan tilted his head, seeming to have recovered from his state of shock but did not attempt to part from the other's arms.

He looked at the fourth prince from a different perspective, taking in the layout and edifice of his silver mask. Xiao Zhan caught a glimpse of his sharp jawline and could not help but wonder what lay beneath that mask. From this angle, Xiao Zhan could see an aesthetic man concealing his appearance from the world. Was he as repellent or bodacious as he imagined?

Suddenly, Xiao Zhan was lost as an extensive smile spread on his face, his gaze not parting from the prince's mask while another image took over his head: a scene where the fourth prince stood without a mask, revealing to be the most handsome man in the world, standing there in his white hanfu robes, his hands held behind him, his face phlegmatic and dour while the wind blew through his lengthy white hair that appeared so flawless, Xiao Zhan could bet with his life that he was that flawless.

Unknowingly, Xiao Zhan's hand moved on its own towards the prince's mask, his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his mind wandered far. If only he could remove the mask, he would hit the jackp-

"Don't even think of it."

Instantly, Xiao Zhan's hand hung in midair at the rough and cold voice that brought a chill down his spine, knocking him back to reality—a reality where he was trying to take off the mask of the prince. The fourth prince abruptly released his grip on Xiao Zhan's waist, and he staggered back into Yuan's arms.

Fourth Prince Lan took a step back and straightened his clothes. He held his hands behind him and stood elegantly, his dark eyes filled with a void. "What is going on?" He catechized, his gaze falling on his commander, who approached and saluted.

"Your Highness. I was educating the consorts of the rules."