Chapter 12: Convention and Dinner

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Summary: Embarrassing moment before the convention happens and our girl is given a gift that is going to test certain Chessman's control.

Overprotective/Caring: ZGDX
Overprotective/Territorial/Caring Chessman
Chessman is literally his own warning when it concerns his girl

Notes:

Author's Note: The Muse would like to inform our lovely and loyal readers because there have been some that have asked if a certain story will ever/or soon to be updated.

One: Please be patient with us Authors. Sometimes, we have to slow down on updating our beloved stories because life gets in the way and sometimes we can forget to let our loyal readers know that we have to slow down. 🥰

Two: When we have multiple stories, (due to pain in the butt Muses!😩). We take time to get in the swing of updating them all regularly and have to formalize a plan on how to update them.

So, to keep myself from being frazzled due to pain in the butt Muse. I plan to say at the end of each chapter, to let everyone know which story will be updated next! Thank you all for your wonderful support and love of my stories! I really appreciate you all!🥰💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

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Disclaimer: The Muse would like to remind everyone we do not own FIYS nor the beloved characters nor any dialogue from either the show nor the book, even though they are constantly pouting at this reminder themselves.

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Chapter Twelve

Yao let out a muffled groan as she heard a persistent knock on the door to her room. Muttering a swift curse underneath her breath, she stumbled from her bed and paused checking the peephole and only to curse her best friend to last layer of hell considering they had all gone to bed late last night and the convention was not till 11am, which meant she had planned to actually sleep in since her best friend was sharing a room with Ai Jia. Sighing through her nose, she unlocked the door to her hotel room before yanking the door open and glared right at her best friend only to blink with freezing as Ai Jia was standing behind her holding cups of coffee and apparently breakfast with Jinyang's hand covering the blush male's eyes.

"Um Mei-Mei...do you always open the doors..." coughed Jinyang with a smirk curling over her lips as her best friend frowned at her and pointed towards her outfit. She was currently wearing an upper thigh length white thin sleep nighty that was damn near showing off her underwear. She snorted trying to not laugh as Yao gave a startled squeak and moved slamming the door shut so hard that echoed in the hallway before flipping the lock.

"There are some things in this world a male best friend should not see!" groaned Ai Jia with horror as he grimaced as his wifey slowly removed her hand from his eyes.

"What's going on?" frowned Ming in concern as he poked his head out of his room followed by annoyed and exhausted males poking their heads out of their own rooms.

"Yao-Yao, open the door Bei-Bei." sighed Jinyang as she knocked once more and groaned as she heard a muffled hell no from the other side.

"What's wrong with Shorty?" grouched out Sicheng gruffly as he stepped out into the hall with a dark look aimed at the two in front of his Princess's room. He arched his eyebrow as he noted Ai Jia's embarrassed flushed cheeks as he averted his eyes and Jniyang sighing.

"Yao-er...kind of opened her door to her hotel room in nothing but her sleep wear, which was of a very short thin, spaghetti strapped white nightgown with Ai Jia right here. Guessing she was too groggy from sleep to think before she opened the door, though she probably just saw me standing here and not Ai Jia behind me in the peephole." sighed Jinyang as she knocked once more on the door and huffed as she heard a go to hell on the other side from her spicy feeling best friend.

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