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

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 259: One Last Time Around: The Kitchen/The Bar.

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Lan Huan woke up at about 2:30 p.m., getting out of bed lazily to pee, and hydrate, this time openly laughing at his own reflection in the bathroom. The wild cat he was living with had done a nice job of leaving bite marks and scratches all over him! 

- Imagine that! Marking me!!! The audacity!

Touching his skin, amused, he then mumbled:

- Well... At least one of us is having fun! Damn! I wish I had been awake for this! Huh!!!

Going back to the bedroom he blinked tiredly a couple of times, wondering which way to go now. He knew that Jiang Cheng had gone to work.

The last day of that stupid work. Finally.

Just when had time passed? It had been such quick 3 months! And so much had happened that he felt dizzy just thinking about it!

Flinging himself back on the bed, he grunted; his head hit something hard  –  and it shouldn't have had!

- Is it some lube? I thought we'd run out of... Oh.

He stared at the gun that had been carefully tucked under his pillow and smiled. 

This  –  this here  -  was probably the ultimate proof of love his A-Cheng could show to him. Petting and sex aside, this here display of care and worry, it was priceless, and so much in his style!

Lan Xichen's smile broadened and he relaxed back on the soft pillows, pressing the gun close to his chest. There was a glowing warmth in there, and he felt great. He felt safe, too sure that Brent had taken good care that all the cameras around the house worked flawlessly, and now that he was accompanying Jiang Wanyin all the time (this had been the arrangement)  –  he felt at ease, calm.

Now... the only thing left was his Di. Oh... The rings!

He lazily grabbed his phone, wondering precisely how hungry he was, and checking his calendar. Hmm... It was still a couple of days till the 6th.

The cheesy warm feeling in his chest was chased away by the grumbling unhappy feeling in his stomach  –  yes, he was very hungry.

Laughing a little at how ridiculous his body was, he got out of bed, still very much naked, and just trudged downstairs, still holding his phone  –  he could use the... hmm... breakfast?  time  –  to check his messages.

- How can he love me so...  -  he was mumbling to himself.  –  Who in his right mind would love... this?!

He jokingly slapped his hands over his belly, now growling with hunger  –  he hadn't eaten in two days, and now that his body was waking up more  –  it was becoming unbearable.

­ - Meat.  –  he growled, opening the fridge wide.

Well, now that half the contents of the fridge were on the table  –  god or whoever bless Estella!  –  he finally scrolled through his messages. 

Yes, there were loads of congratulations  –  colleagues, his team, his boss, some select few journalists he trusted, some politicians, some of his father's friends too. But his impatient eyes were searching for messages just from two,  and neither had written, nor called.