THE PERFECT TWIN

Chapter 7: The things we do for Love

Xiaozhan's body froze over. He did not dare make the slightest movement.

This was it.

The end of his reputation. Lanwangji would never see him the same anymore.

Even though his body had dried on its own, he could feel it moistening again. He was sweating madly.

"Xiaozhan.. Calm down. I have a spare key."

Said the guy behind him gently. However, Hearing his voice only serve to clarify his awkward situation, rubbing salt to his open wound.

He had the same voice as the jerk. How he wanted to strangle the owner of that voice. Xiaozhan's fists tightened so much that his knuckles turned white. His nails had clawed into his palm, creating deep ugly prints where it dug. The pain sobered him a little, as if preparing him for what was to come.

Seeing that Xiaozhan was disinclined to reply, Lanwangji went back inside his room.

Despite his embarassing situation, all that was in his mind was a hundred ways of murdering Yibo. He did not care anymore. It was too late. What was done could no longer be undone.

Xiaozhan heard a click from the door adjacent to his room. Lanwangji had obviously seen him and gone back inside his room in shock. He was ready to hang himself. He just needed the rope and probably a piece of paper to pen his last will.

Lanwangji was probably disgusted with him right now. So much for trying so hard to make the first impression count. His idiotic lover had to ruin it for him. Now he was left alone at the state where he was most vulnerable.

"Yibo open the damn door!!!" he banged louder, but was still conscious enough not to make too much ruckus.

No one answered the door.

Xiaozhan wondered if Yibo had fallen asleep on him or maybe he had suddenly dropped dead! He had better drop dead already!

Click

The room next door opened once more.

Yet he did not dare turn his head. His face had turned dark and was staring intently at the locked door in front of him-as if his intense gaze could magically drill a hole in the door so he could enter.

He could hear a jiggling sound and footstep coming closer to him. The figure was approaching him and stopped right behind him. They were so close Xiaozhan could feel the warmth radiating from behind him.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe.

"Here, the spare key."

A warm voice said close to his ear, making him blush uncontrollably in embarassment.

Xiaozhan did not even stop to think how Lanwangji had a spare key to their room next door. He saw a hand reached out beside him holding a silver object. Without thinking much, Xiaozhan grabbed on to it and plunged it into the keyhole, then gave it a sharp twist.

The door was unlocked. The knob twisted. Finally! He was going to murder the man who put him through such an ordeal!

Yibo don't you even think of escaping! He muttered to himself angrily.

Yet before he could open the door fully, a hand blocked his entry.

Xiaozhan stopped in shock. He was now finally wary of the extremely close promiximity he had with the figure behind him.

To make matters worse, Xiaozhan felt warm hand on his butt, suddenly squeezing a moundful of flesh with the palm.

His temperature raised, his mouth hung open in utter shock.