On The Run

Part 10

Once again, Yibo fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself covered in blanket. He sat up and winced his eyes from the blinded sunlight that came from the glass door. Somebody has opened the curtain.

He looked around but saw no one. The Little Prince book was still on his lap, along with his phone. He took the phone and turned on the mobile-cam to check on Xiao Zhan. He wasn’t in his room.

Yibo folded the blanket and headed to Xiao Zhan’s room, not bothering to knock.

The room was empty. The bed was already made neatly. The windows were opened. The bathroom door was half-opened, indicated that Xiao Zhan wasn’t in there.

He walked downstairs and was about to ask Qian Feng when he noticed that Xiao Zhan was with him. Shoving his hands into his pocket-pants, Yibo leaned against the doorframe and watched them cooking.

“Oi, Yibo!” Qian Feng greeted him when he saw him.

“Mmn.”

“Xiao Zhan was feeling good today so he wanted to make the breakfast.”

“I can see that,” Yibo replied shortly. He looked at Xiao Zhan who was serious with his cooking. Well, Yibo actually didn’t see him serious. Ignoring was the more proper word. Xiao Zhan was pretending to be serious to avoid talking to him.

“Why don’t you wash your face and then join us?” Qian Feng asked, gesturing that breakfast was almost ready.

“Sure.”

Yibo hit the bathroom and shortly joined them at the table.

This morning Xiao Zhan cooked sweet potatoes with bacon in mayonnaise and sauté vegetable. Simple and delicious.

Qian Feng grabbed a plate and served it for Yibo who took the seat next to Qian Feng, across Xiao Zhan.

“How was it?” Qian Feng asked.

“Good,” Yibo said. He raised his face to take a look at Xiao Zhan. His expression was flat and seemed like enjoying his food solemnly.

“Xiao Zhan is really good, don’t you think?” Qian Feng asked again.

Yibo nodded.

“Do you cook a lot when you’re at home?” Qian Feng asked Xiao Zhan this time.

“Sometimes,” Xiao Zhan replied without taking his eyes off of the food.

“Ayyy… you should cook more,” Qian Feng said, grinning.

It was so obvious that Qian Feng was trying too hard to make Yibo and Xiao Zhan talked to each other, to live up the atmosphere. But either Xiao Zhan or Yibo talked. Well, for Yibo himself, it was his nature for not talking much.

Yibo didn’t find this troublesome, whether when Xiao Zhan was cheerful or being quite just like now.

But Qian Feng didn’t think that way.

“Yibo, he is our client. You can’t just make him feel bad for our service,”

Qian Feng said when they were washing the dishes.

“I didn’t make any mistake. I don’t have anything to apologize for,” Yibo frowned.

“Whatever it is, just try to talk. Especially you are his bodyguard by his side twenty-four-seven.”

Yibo didn’t reply. He washed the dishes in silent before coming upstairs to find him sitting at the balcony, reading.

Yibo took the seat on the bench next to him.