"In reality,
I dream of a love, so intense
Someone who makes love to me,
Like separating salt from water."
— anonymousXiao Zhan
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Wang Yibo
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.Playlist:
The Machine — Reed Wonder
Slow down — Chase Atlantic
Into It — Chase Atlantic.
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.I was sweating profusely, even the centralized AC did less to calm down my nervous jitters. Yan Xia has already called me two times in regard to my tight schedule which I have to return to within an hour latest.
"It's been some time since I've seen you here."
"Xuan, I wanted to let off some steam. Lately, all the work has been getting to me, I could barely even make time to come here today."
"So who is it?"
My sigh is audible as I tense up.
"Anyone, who is not a fucking pussy."
"Oh that I know. The countless times people have backed out, caused me some memories." Haoxuan laughs, but I don't.
"Is there?"
He slips a handbook towards me, a grin up on his face.
"Some new additions recently, check them out. I could recommend some to you, but I'd like to see for myself if you know how to see if someone is into your zone."
This time it's me grinning.
"You shouldn't doubt my abilities Xuan."
Flipping through the catalogue, I skim through various faces, names, marked with a color of a specific purpose. Some even have their designations printed, with their worth. Those, I find interesting, because if they are bold enough to place their worth and leave no room for cheap bargain, they sure must have some bravado.
A picture of a man-no, a boy, wearing a white dress shirt catches my attention. "Beautiful."
The slip of compliment wasn't intentional, but the face in front of me was one that deserved it. I might even say I am lucky he's not in the industry. Or I would get tough competition.
"I didn't know you were into younger men."
Xuan snickers but it's the last thing I care about, at least, now.
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Zhanyi / Yizhan Oneshots
FanfictionMy eyes focus on the person in front of me, urging me to let a night slip, make a mistake, let him in and hold him close. It was Ride or Die. "And I love to ride."