Why the cold prince yibo hates the moon? Why does he thinks its innocence is just a mask? Why he is determined to destroy it, shatter it into pieces..?so that it won't be able to gather itself ever again. Can he forever hate it with the same intens...
Twittering and chirping, small balls of feather flocked around creating the hue of rainbow. The cool morning breeze was going naughty. Slipping away from corners. Everytime the cheeky dragonfly race against it to win, he would show his tongue and tease him.
''Zhan''
The long jet black lashes were flattering those closed lotus petals on his pretty face. Slightly parted, Zhan's red lip was so soft as marshmallows. Sun's golden rays were constracting against his butter smooth skin where as he was tucked inside a fluffy soft blanket with utmost care.
Very slightly his lower lip stretched out, nose pulling up in a cute frown. Probably he was disturbed in the middle of his peaceful slumber.
''Wake up''
''Unnn''
Inaudible enough he protested.
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Yibo's gaze softned. Reminiscing certain events.
Wish I can do the same.
He thought.
The days when he would keep kissing this whiny, until he get up. How beautiful were those days.
Whole night he would stay with Yibo, watching dramas, eating, laughing and messing with everything he found amusing.
And that day his interest had caught his guitar.
''Teach me'' Zhan flopped on the cuddly cosy bed which his bobo has specially designed for his stay, holding Yibo's guitar.
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''Put that down, you may hurt your fingers baby.''
''Unn gege please''
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