Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present Day
Dayu's POV
I gasped when I saw Qing emerging from the bedroom, wearing my shirt. I am a fan of oversized clothings; so I knew that most of my clothes would hit him well, even with the difference in sizes between the two of us.
But, I swear I never looked as good as he looked; wearing that shirt. How unfair! And because I hated the way my heart leaped at how good looking he was, I looked away grudgingly. No matter what; the fact that Qing is good looking to the boots will never change.
"Uhm..You do have a washing machine, right? I had put my shirt in your laundry basket.."Qing said matter of factly.
I clenched my jaw, as I pretended to be busy doing nothing in front of the spice counter. I had arranged and rearranged everything for the past ten minutes, as Qing used the bathroom in my bedroom to change his clothes. I just couldn't begin to comprehend, how Qing could behave so normally like this with me.
Now, where do we go from here? I can't leave now. Qing made sure that he'd only sign the agreement contract once the hotel he's building here is up and running. And, the new arrangement which he had spoken about benefited my friends more than the one I had initially agreed upon.
And Qing had been telling me things like how much he missed me and how much he loved me; which was ridiculous. I never expected Qing to say those things to me even back when I was still crazy over him. I certainly didn't expect him to say those things to me the first time he saw me after three years.
None of the things he said made me happy because I cannot for the sake of me, believe any word he's saying. I never dared to let myself hope for his love and I am so used to not having that hope, that it terrified me when I seemed to have what I dared not hoped for.
When I became Qing's contract lover five years ago, I was able to survive when he finally threw me away; because I had expected it. That's why I couldn't and I wouldn't let myself believe in his words of love. If I do; and then he threw me away, again; I don't think I'd be able to survive it like the last time. It would destroy me.
This will not last. This will end just like it did three years ago. This is a contract; just like last time. No matter how many times Qing professed to me that he loved me, I can't let it get to me.
Perhaps it's my fault; I got him hooked on sex between men. And I disappeared on him making him all the more confused; because of his guilt. He might be ruthless, arrogant and selfish but he still had conscience. He's a good man inside. He's just lonely. And a little lost. But, no doubt, that was when he finally learned the truth about me - his conscience probably didn't let him rest for three years. Hence; now, he thought that he loved me.
I am nothing but his guilty past; who became his obsession. That's all I am. I knew it but he doesn't. And thus, I must not get my hope high. Everything will crumble down eventually, and it will happen anytime.
