University High (Yizhan Fanfiction)

Chapter 46: Treasure

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Chapter 46:  Treasure

Zhange did not come home last night. Yibo had fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for him. When he woke up, it was daybreak.

He anxiously unlocked his phone.

No new messages.

He tried calling him for the hundreth time

The call went straight to the answering machine.

Maybe something did come up and maybe his phone battery died.

Maybe...

Xiaozhan... Are you deliberately ignoring me???

Did you actually stood me up?

He brushed those negative thoughts away.

This is his house. Xiaozhan will come back later.

Right?

Surely..

He would just wait.. and also keep himself busy to not feel so sad about it.

He had not been doing laundry so his clothes were piling up. He went to the laundry room downstairs that was located behind the kitchen. It was a small room with a washing machine and dryer and there was also a pullable ironing table.

He opened the washing machine and spotted a black cloth stuck to the side. Xiaozhan probably left it behind without noticing it. He pulled out the cloth that was stuck to the bottom of the circular door. It was Zhange's black swimming briefs. He ran his fingers on the black cloth. He placed it in front of his nose and took a breath.

A refreshing smell of detergent filled his nose. There was no trace of his smell. The swimming pants had had been washed clean by the washing machine.

He was upset. Why was there no trace of Zhange's smell here.

His mind went black as a sudden amorous urge enveloped him.

He was thirsty.

And so he rushed upstairs to Xiaozhan's room. He did hestitate for a moment when he was in front of that door. But something took over him and his hands naturally moved, clearing away his momentary absentmindendness.

He turned the knob.

It was unlocked.

The door swung open.

Silly Zhange leaving his door unlocked. Yibo could not understand why he could not shake of the layers of frustrations he felt.

The room smelled of sweet cotton and a trace of lavender musk. The windows had been left unopened, sealing the air inside. It was not particularly stuffy.  Yet his scent was particularly noticable here.

He wondered if it had to do with losing his memory or the medication he had been taking. Perhaps the side effect had made his senses more acute, his desires more profound.

The room was empty without him around. The glare of the sun seeped through the glass window and he could see the view of the city skyline all bright and blinding.

He closed the blinds halfway.

His hands were trembling, his heart pounding, yet he had to find some scraps of anything that could grant him release of the dark desires that was consuming him.

He noticed that at the corner of the room stood a wooden basket.

His eyes flashed slightly.

He walked toward it and saw the inside of the basket were filled with Xiaozhan's pile of unwashed laundry.