[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 2~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 249: Thursday Night Fever. { 🔞?}

NOTE:

Ummm, maybe 🔞? I personally don't think so, but be warned: some explicit content ahead.

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https://www.facebook.com/socialistgamergoblingf/posts/137099659256415 

https://www.facebook.com/cute4cutee/posts/605805481585833

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Kath had returned home late on Thursday, dead beat and super hungry. It was almost 10 at night, she hated their boss's new inhuman routine, but there was nothing to be done  –  Lan Xichen was the one to set down the rules, and he only cared about his little lover.

After grabbing some cold sliced turkey meat from the fridge, she lazily spread some butter over a slice of wholegrain bread and ate it slowly, too tired to chew even. So, dinner was brief and exhausting, and she had no memory how she had fallen into the bed, immediately falling asleep too.

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She, however, got woken up in the middle of the night, because something warm and moist was pressing itself to her back. She frowned slightly  –  she knew what that was.

Gao Xi had decided to sleep over at her place tonight, although they never really discussed it that day. He had come in quietly, and taken a shower, skipping the dinner altogether, and just joined her in bed, all stark naked and still covered in small droplets of water from the shower.

She inhaled, fully intending to now yell at him, but just couldn't find the energy for that even. Moreover, she remembered just how exhausted he was too  –  tonight he had stayed behind, even after she had already left, to rehearse his speech together with Lan Xichen, and unlike their boss, Gao Xi didn't have the fathomless energy that Lan Huan seemed to have unlimited amounts of, and unrestricted access to.

She smiled faintly in the dark room, feeling his hands carefully caress over her clothes, the ones she had fallen asleep in, still believing that she was sound asleep too. He amazed her lately, it was all new to her, this tenderness, and now, yet again, she enjoyed tremendously the way he treated her like something frail and precious, something he valued above all else, something he worshiped.

Fighting the instinct to press herself back, so that they could be even closer to him, touching more fully, she gasped slightly, feeling his lips on her locks  –  he seemed to like kissing her hair a lot, and she regretted not having had the strength to get to wash it earlier tonight. But what startled her were the soft, quiet words he whispered there, too sure she was sleeping deeply: