The Fine Print✔️

Chapter 9

Zhan takes Weredra's tiny frame in his arms and soothes her before cooing, "Child, look at me." The naughty theatrical creature looks into Zhan's eyes, and Zhan continues in a gentle voice, "We will not leave you, child. At least not till we have found your parents or your guardian."

It's a beautiful sight, Zhan smiling at Weredra... I am reminded of the beautiful orchids I had only seen in my father's paintings.

I can't help but smile at this pure, innocent sight. My heart starts racing. And unexpectedly, things down below stir.

Fuck!

Why now!?

Why can't it follow a schedule!?

Or at least give me a warning?

I turn away, trying to hide the cause of my shame and pretend to take care of my growing, I mean glowing, sword.

"YiJun, come." The cause of my present predicament calls.

'I fucking will!' I scream internally before answering while keeping my back turned away, "I am looking for threats."

"YiJun, please. I need you to come quickly." He says in a tone that sounds half desperate, half urgent.

I feel myself grow and come to a stark conclusion that not only his gorgeous body, but his smooth as silk and warm as quilt voice is my body's enemy too!

Awesome!

"Mn," I answer and think of my aunt's huge mounds smothering me. And hope that my hard situation will take care of itself quickly.

Lucky for me, it does. At least, aunt is good for something.

I walk back to Zhan and ask condescendingly, "What?" My handsome prince pulls me down next to him and turns Weredra's face to my side, "See this," He says, pointing at my sword, "He wields it very well." He smiles at the bewildered-looking Weredra and adds, "I will take care of you, and he will protect you. Isn't that right, YiJun?" He finishes and looking at me expectantly.

When I keep staring at Weredra, Zhan nudges me in my ribs, and I almost wince. Almost, but not quite cause I am a hero, and heroes don't wince. We swallow our pains and repress our emotions. We suppress it so much that we forget that they exist until one day when we lose our cool and explode. Well, at least that's what I have read in books.

So anyway, when Zhan attacks me with his deadly elbow, I purse my lips before answering curtly, "Mn."

He turns to Weredra once again, "See. You are safe with us." He reassures, putting her down.

Weredra nods, "I don't like him." The defenseless-looking creature cribs, pointing at me.

What the fuck!? I am amazing.

Zhan chuckles and shakes his head slowly, "He may not look the type, but trust me, he is reliable and kind. You know, he saved my life this morning."

"Really?" Weredra questions exaggeratedly. "He looks pretty dull and antisocial."

"Heyyyy!" I protest and earn another jab in my ribs. I look at Zhan with dude-that-fucking-hurt-stop-doing-that look, and he mouths a cute sorry.

I order my eyes to look away from his drop-dead gorgeous face, but they disobey me, like always. Zhan catches me staring and cocks his head to a side.

"There is something on your chin," Weredra lies.

"Oh." Zhan nods and starts rubbing his chin with the back of his sleeve. In the meanwhile, Weredra walks over to me and asks in a loud, clear voice, "Are you strong?"