When one man met another man. One icy heart melts; and a lifeless one beats for the first time. Predestined to be at the right time, at the right place with the right person.
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Dayu cursed under his breath as he stood up, and felt the immediate sting on his waist and hip, and he almost slumped back on his seat.
Dayu glared at a certain someone sitting at the back of the lecture hall, no doubt eyeing him right now.
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"Just call in sick for today.." Qing had just finished drying up Dayu's hair, running his hand through Dayu's smooth black mane, feeling the lingering warmth from the hair dryer on Dayu's hair.
Dayu gritted his teeth, slapping Qing's hand away as he settled himself to lean on the headboard. He'd been sitting on the bed, with several fluffy pillows on his aching butt and on the sides of his hips and also on his back.
He had not uttered a word to Qing since waking up this morning to a throbbing body. He felt it especially bad in three places, his ass, his hips and worst of all his back, which felt like it's probably broken.
Dayu is flexible; very flexible for a man; but the positions Qing had put him through, last night were too damn hard to endure. Even a certified gymnast would find it hard to do. And to stay in those particular positions for an hour or more- is it any wonder that Dayu now, felt as if his back had been hit by a log??
"Love...Call in sick..." Qing coaxed, when he saw Dayu rested against the headboard. "you couldn't possibly go to work in that condition..." he knew full well that Dayu was now fuming at him.
