MY ONE & ONLY OPTION ( Wangxian Rom-com)(COMPLETED)

Chapter-7

Weiying stumbled up the stairs and let out a loud giggle that he quickly stifled behind his hand. How had he managed to get so drunk? he supposed it was probably sometime after his fifth vodka cran. But now his brain was murky and his feet felt like they had grown two sizes, and he was realizing that the stairs at Granny’s house were like those at a funhouse.

“Ssh,” Lanzhan whispered to him. “You’re gonna wake everyone up.”

Weiying looked back at him from over his shoulder and offered him a drunken smile. “Sorry,” he said in a singsong voice.

The toe of Huaisung’s ridiculously-tall boot caught the next step and suddenly Weiying was falling forward precariously towards the next step. Then his hand caught the rail and he pulled himself upright, but he overextended himself and ended up leaning backwards.

“Whoa!” he yelped.

“Shit!”

Suddenly, Lanzhan’s hand was on his ass. At least he wasn’t falling anymore. But Lanzhan’s hand was on his ass. Lanzhan, his fake fiancé. Lanzhan, his former boss. Lanzhan, whom he had spent the last year calling an asshole .  

“Hand off ass! Off ass!” Weiying hissed.

His hand slid from his ass to his waist and then the other hand was on his hip, preventing him from falling. Weiying gripped the rail and regained his balance. Weiying looked back at him and huffed out a breath.

“There you go,” Lanzhan said as he released his.

“It’s these stupid fucking shoes,” Weiying muttered as he started up the stairs again.

Finally, he made it into his room. Lanzhan came in behind his and shut the door. Weiying reached down and slid down the zipper holding his foot hostage in those awful shoes. he kicked it off and stepped down, feeling relieved to be flat on his feet. Then he unzipped the other one and wandered over to where his suitcase was sitting on top of the dresser.

“You know, I’m not sure why you didn’t just take the shoes off when we left the bar,” Lanzhan remarked as he went over to his own suitcase.

“Because I’m drunk,” Weiying muttered. He pulled out his pajamas and bag of toiletries. “I’m gonna go get changed in the bathroom. I hope you know you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“I assumed that was the arrangement.”

Weiying left the room, and Lanzhan pulled out his pajama bottoms and a plain white shirt. At home, he usually slept shirtless—and sometimes naked—but he thought that might be out of the question with Weiying.

He changed quickly so that Weiying couldn’t walk in on him. But he wasn’t back by the time he was done, so he took a look around the room. As far as he could tell, the only blanket was the one on the bed, and the damn Baby Maker. He was not using that. He would rather freeze. The place are fucking cold and so was this house. Then he appraised the hard-wood floors and let out a sigh.

It’s just two nights , he told himself.

The door opened and Weiying came back in. Lanzhan turned towards him and found him dressed in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. And he was wearing a pair of fuzzy slippers. he’d wahed the makeup from his face and piled his hair into a haphazard bun on the top of his head, and somehow, Lanzhan found that this was so far his favorite look on his.

“So I’m not using the Baby Maker,” Lanzhan said.

Weiying’s eyes fell on the blanket, which was in the same spot they had left it in on the foot of the bed.

“Shit. I’ll go grab one from the linen closet.” he spun on his foot and opened the door, wobbling only a little. “And if anyone asks, we just got cold.”