Unsaid emotions bloomed between Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan at school, but they were driven apart by animosity rooted in their hearts because of Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, they find themselves face-to-face once again, the tension between them pal...
The night breeze sneaks through the window, making the two people standing in the middle of the room sway not to the beat of the wind but to the scent of patchouli and lotus. Their eyes, a delicate melody played on a violin, each look striking a chord deep within their souls. Just as different musical instruments come together to create music, their stares intertwine to create a beautiful, unsaid song.
Zhan swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His mind races with a million thoughts per second, feeling completely unfocused. This experience feels surreal to him, as he has never been on this edge before.
Being in Yibo's presence always ignites something in him that no one else can. He should hate it, but there is also a sick sense of rightness to this feeling. No matter how much he denies it, that doesn't erase the fact that it is part of their little game.
He takes deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart, but he can't seem to do it. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead, but he tries his best to shake off whatever is bothering him. He can either win this or lose this, but he will attempt it to his best. He forces himself to shake off the residue of tension from his shoulders and glances at the alpha from head to toe.
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Of course, Yibo is still standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist, staring at Zhan impassively. His smirk widens as he realizes the effect he's having on Zhan.
Zhan can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he takes another moment to collect himself. "Aren't you getting dressed?" he asks bluntly, but after realizing his stupidity, he shuts his eyes and curses himself, clenching his fists at his sides.
Yibo blinks innocently and tilts his head slightly, saying, "I feel shy getting dressed in front of others."
Zhan raises an eyebrow, his expression stern.
"If you want me to change in front of you, well... I will consider it." Yibo saunters over to the couch where clothes are strewn about and casually picks one up from the coffee table, causing sunglasses and a wallet to fall to the floor. Ignoring the chaos, he turns to Zhan with a smirk, one hand lowering to his towel. "For my bunny!"
"Don't," Zhan warns, his voice low and firm.
"Why not?" Yibo's smirk only widens as he continues to tease, knowing exactly how to push Zhan's buttons. "Do you change your mind and want to bathe me in your drool?"
Zhan shakes his head and looks away, as if exhausted. He has come here to settle their problems, not to play games, especially not this late at night. He turns his head back to Yibo, but his eyes accidentally catch the photo in Yibo's wallet, causing him to freeze in place.
Noticing where Zhan's eyes are glued, Yibo chuckles and walks over to his wallet to grab it. "Your brother back then and now never seemed better, right?"
Stunned, Zhan doesn't reply, or mostly can't reply!
"What bunny? Do you wonder why I keep your brother's photo in my wallet instead of..." Yibo trails off, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "...yours?"
