Please choose me ( Yizhan )

Still desperate for love ...

Haoxuan frowned, glancing at Zhan, who seemed lost in his own world.

“Zhan.”

No response.

His eyes remained distant, staring at something,no, someone.

Yibo.

Haoxuan sighed, stepping closer. “Zhan.” His voice was firmer this time.

Still nothing.

Ji Yang, sitting nearby, smirked. “Hey, Haoxuan, I think our dear Zhan is daydreaming.”

Haoxuan arched a brow. “Daydreaming? About what?”

Ji Yang chuckled, his tone playful but laced with something sharp. “Isn’t it obvious? He’s been staring at Yibo for the past five minutes like he’s trapped in some drama.”

Haoxuan tilted his head, amused. “Should we wake him up?”

Ji Yang leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. “Let’s try something fun.”

Then, in an exaggeratedly slow, deep voice, he called out,

“Yesssss.”

Haoxuan stifled a laugh. “Oh, come on, that’s, ”

Ji Yang did it again, dragging out the word as if summoning a ghost.

“Yesssss.”

Zhan’s body jerked slightly, snapping out of his trance. His eyes flickered, confused.

Haoxuan bit back a grin. “Finally back with us?”

Zhan blinked, his cheeks heating up. “I-I wasn’t…” He trailed off, realizing how ridiculous he must have looked.

Ji Yang clapped his hands together. “Uh-huh, sure. You were just admiring the decorations, right? Oh wait, no, ” He leaned in dramatically. “You were totally lost in some deep thoughts about your ‘alpha.’”

Zhan’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Because Ji Yang wasn’t wrong.So the whole thing about the hospital , Yibo's regret was just Zhan's daydreaming, nothing else !

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The atmosphere in the venue was lighthearted, filled with laughter and chatter. The baby shower was in full swing, with guests enjoying themselves, exchanging stories, and indulging in the joyful occasion.

Zhan, however, felt a weight pressing against his chest, a silent storm brewing within him.

Still, he forced himself to smile as he turned toward Yibo.

With an composed expression, he finally introduced him.

“This is Wang Yibo,” Zhan said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “Yibo, this is Song Ji yang.”

Yibo hesitated for half a second before accepting the handshake. His grip was firm, his expression unreadable.

Then, Ji Yang stepped forward, extending his hand as well.

But just before his fingers met Yibo’s hand, his gaze flickered toward Zhan.

A single glance.

Quick. Subtle.

Yet it carried something unspoken,something only the two of them understood.

Yibo noticed. His grip on Ji Yang’s hand tightened for a brief moment before he let go.