How To Polish A Pearl

Extra Three - Sharing (1)

Author's notes:

This one is for you @loma_wwxlwj. Remember—you asked for this!

For the rest of you—prepare yourself for a small journey during a time that I only briefly touched on in the main story. This is a look back at one week when our Ghost Valley Playboy Wen Ke Xing is out gallivanting in the man's world, with Zhou Zi Shu hot on his trail. Quite literally.

Heads up—I have hinted at this chapter in the tags. If there is anything in there that you don't like (not that I think you would have made it this far if there was), don't read this chapter.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

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Six months. It has been over six months and for some reason today is harder than the previous times he has followed Wen Ke Xing. They are only on day three and, based on the patterns he has seen in the past months, they will keep going for another few days, maybe even over a week.

On the first night, Wen Ke Xing had picked an extremely rare beauty, with blond hair glistening like frost under moonlight and the palest of blue eyes that Zhou Zi Shu had ever seen. For a moment, he had wondered what was so special about blonds and if that was Wen Ke Xing's actual preference when it came to male beauty. Or any beauty for that matter. Not that he had ever seen Wen Ke Xing pick a woman for the night. Blonds weren't exactly common. Maybe he just settled for dark hair all other nights?

Zhou Zi Shu had listened to the exotic man use such a range of moans, whines and purrs throughout the night that he didn't know whether he wanted to test out the man himself, cry, or jerk off.

He had done neither.

He had, however, watched that blond man walk around with a smile that remained on his face even now, two days later. He wanted to rip it off the stupid man's face.

On the second night, Wen Ke Xing had dragged five—yes, five—men into his room and fucked them all so loud that Zhou Zi Shu hadn't been able to hold back from stroking himself to a hard climax, coming with a loud growl into his pillow—twice.

A few of the guests had packed up the following morning and shifted to another accommodation down the street. Zhou Zi Shu wished that he could do the same. But the one time he had done that, he had lost Wen Ke Xing and his female companion, Gu Xiang, and then he hadn't seen the two of them for six weeks. No matter what—he had vowed never to be weak again. He would power through this for as long as it took, until he confirmed the cure and finalized his plan.

He would.

He will.

He has to.

It is now day three and Zhou Zi Shu is watching Wen Ke Xing go through his normal routine of excessive flirting, drinking strong wine, eating expensive food and throwing money around just for the sake of showing off. Paying some of the prostitutes to either play games with him or make out with each other in front of him, and anyone else that is in the dining hall and within view. It is always a spectacle and Zhou Zi Shu would likely enjoy the break from his normal routine life if this was just another one of his marks. Just another man to stalk. Just another mission.

But it isn't. And he isn't.

This is Wen Ke Xing. His Wen Ke Xing.

So he watches Wen Ke Xing sit at a large round table, his dark-blue silk robes shining under the dimmed lights from lanterns spaced out around the ceiling. He looks like a moonrise. Absolut perfection. That is, if it wasn't for the fact that he is aiming those magnificent eyes at the men around him rather than at Zhou Zi Shu.