Officer Wang and Agent Xiao 2.0 - new case, same fools (ZhanYi - FF)

The return of the combat bunny - Part three

10. The return of the combat bunny - Part three

Flashback continues…

Officer Wang Yi Bo felt drained. Drained of his energy, his soul, certain body liquids and his voice, which went on a long-term vacation on Spasmodic dysphonia island.

If he hadn't looked into a mirror this morning - and to reach the mirror was quite a challenge, by the way - he would have believed that he looked like a raisin. You know, that kind of raisin that was too long in the sun and without a single drop of hydration inside.

People might say he was the new Walking Dead.

Even though he hated to admit it, Xiao Zhan did him good yesterday and also the following night. The hotel room he chose for his "treatment" was equipped with all kinds of stuff to enlighten your fantasies.

As the extraordinary and adventurous Agent he was, Xiao Zhan's fantasy repertoire was extensive. Very extensive.

Wang Yi Bo barely had the chance to take a look at his surroundings when the petty predator launched at him and threw him head first onto the dark red satin bedsheets.

But he didn't mind. He was bathing in his victory over that ugly piggy-pimple, and his stupid mental companions danced hallelujah to celebrate their questionable success to the fullest.

A gloating smirk graced his lips when he felt Xiao Zhan impaling himself balls deep inside his ass, showing him how much he was desired while whispering all kinds of sweet and indecent nothings into his ear.

'FUCK! YES! Take that, ass-kissing pimple! Xiao Zhan is mine! Fuck!' 

Libido (sipping cocktails): Perfect, we need that shit! Don't you dare to faint again so fast like last time!

Guilty conscience (huffing upsetly): How can you say that?!

Libido: What are YOU doing here now? You were so quiet before, enjoying our win, and now you want to be the spoilsport?

Good sense (smacking the others): Guys, shouldn't we concentrate on the main task? We might miss the final again, and we all know what that means…

Guilty conscience: Not my fault!

Libido: Who invited you in the first place?

Bad Mood: Quiet everyone! Or you will have to face me for the next three days! Do you want that?!

The others: …. No need to exaggerate… 

'I swear to shut you all up with Jiyang's pills if you won't stop!'

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Guilty conscience: See? You are pushing him into drugs!

Well, this went on for the rest of the night, and the next morning arrived way too fast, causing Wang Yi Bo to feel like a dead dry raisin in more than one way.

Xiao Zhan, on the contrary, looked refreshed and lively as ever. He had this certain afterglow around him, and Wang Yi Bo would have loved to strangle him for that. Repeatedly.

Seriously, why was his body always against him?

As an attentive prime example of a caring husband, Xiao Zhan, of course, immediately smelled the slight discomfort ten meters against the wind. He wisely chose to refrain from giving unnecessary good advice, smiled apologetically and patted his baby's thigh tenderly to test out the waters.

But against his predictions, he only received a hard slap, so he quickly pulled his hand away.

And although the aftermath of this adventure was, mildly said, slowly sucking the life out of him, Wang Yi Bo grinned to himself and secretly took one of the business cards when they left the hotel in case he wanted to return. (Oh, how he wanted…)